The book started like many others. I opened it, read two chapters and sat in my empty flat hoping the phone wouldn't ring. It didn't.
That's how I started out on the latest Meikle adventure, an adventure I'd been looking forward to for quite some time. You see, he'd already taken me on a disturbing journey to a remote Scottish Isle for a taste of Island Life and drawn me through the harrowing saga of two best friends. Two Watchers from 1745. So, I figured I was pretty sure I'd get a kick out of this trip too. I wasn't disappointed. The kick was swift, memorable and firmly delivered by a steel capped boot.
Dyed in the wool Scottish gumshoe Derek Adams takes on a new client. The client's a she and she's a knockout. His weakness for a pretty woman and the need for a pretty woman's money to provide cigarettes and whisky (his other weaknesses) lead him into taking on what could very well be his last case ever. The seemingly simple task of recovering a piece of stolen jewellery leads Privte Investigator Adams through the seedier side of the Glasgow streelife, bumping into some of the cities more colourful denizens on his way. On his way to a vivid history lesson and a close encounter of the worst kind. The paranormal kind. The angry paranormal kind. The kind that don't have no truck with the living. Does he recover the stolen rock? Does he get the dame? Does he live to work another case? Throw in your lot with the rest of the cast in this arresting volume of Horror Noir and see if you can solve the case, before...