Jack Higgins

The Graveyard Shift

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A detective takes on a vengeful ex-con in London’s seedy underworld in this classic thriller by the New York Times–bestselling author of The Midnight Bell.
After nine years in prison, thief Ben Garvald has been released, and he’s headed back to the old neighborhood. His remarried ex-wife and sister-in-law aren’t happy about it, and they’ve asked for police protection. Det. Sgt. Nick Miller, meanwhile, is hopeful; this may be an opportunity to finally locate the stolen money that was never recovered after Garvald’s last heist. But a colleague of Miller’s is jealous: He wants to crack the case himself, and will risk endangering everyone to do so.
Miller’s highly unorthodox methods are perfectly suited for the graveyard shift, the midnight hours when the driven and desperate come out to play. Tonight, his toughest opponent will be Garvald—and only one of them will live to see the dawn.
From the author of such blockbusters as The Eagle Has Landed and the Sean Dillon novels, including Rain on the Dead, this is a hardboiled detective tale—originally published under the name Harry Patterson—in which the master of international intrigue focuses on one criminal, one cop, and a fast-paced cat-and-mouse game.
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  • JOHN GILCHRISThas quoted2 years ago
    A man had moved from the shadows and stood beside the staff entrance lighting a cigarette. Brady recognized Chuck Lazer at once, and also remembered that the American was employed as a pianist at the club.

    As the staff door closed on Lazer, Brady leaned back again, shivering as a cold wind moved along the alley, lifting the skirts of his raincoat.
  • JOHN GILCHRISThas quoted2 years ago
    You and the character in the blue coat and fancy cap were standing at the kerb when I came round the corner. Who is he?”

    “A copper, Ben. Detective Sergeant.” Lazer searched his memory. “Miller. That’s it—Miller.”

    “You’re joking,” Garvald said. “I’ve never seen a peeler that looked like him before. What did he want?”

    “You, Ben,” Lazer said.
  • JOHN GILCHRISThas quoted2 years ago
    with his small triumph. As the door closed, Grant lit another cigarette and walked to the window.

    A good man

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