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5 of 7 people found the following review helpful:
4.0 out of 5 stars
The end of Sharman?, 10 Aug 2001
By A Customer
Mark Timlin writes a series of books about a South London private detective called Nick Sharman. A former police detective, he was dismissed for disciplinary reasons.The books have tight, fast-moving plots that keep the reader engrossed until the end of the book. A small niggle is the brevity of the books, typically 200-250 pages in length. In this novel, Sharman seems to be getting old and the work drying up. However, a chance meeting one Sunday morning sets the ball rolling for his latest (mis)adventure, which is just about the usual Sharman caper. Someone is on to a nice little earner and Nick would certainly have preferred to remain in ignorance, but when people he knows are betraying other people he knows and the body count gets off the mark, then he finds himself all too involved. As usual, there is a nice twist near the end when true colours are revealed, but one wonders with the final outcome whether this is likely to be the final Sharman novel. Lets hope not. Unusually, there is a technical error in this book. When the doorbell rings, he is carrying a Detonics .45. By the time his visitor is inside and sitting down, it has become a "miniature Colt M1911A1". I can only assume that the two guns in Sharmans cache had been swapped around when I wasn't (figuratively) looking.
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