Diamond Solitaire (Peter Diamond Series #2)

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Fired from the police for insubordination, Peter Diamond is reduced to working as a security guard at Harrod's. There he finds an abandoned Japanese girl after the store closes. He must identify her in order to save her life.

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Overview

Fired from the police for insubordination, Peter Diamond is reduced to working as a security guard at Harrod's. There he finds an abandoned Japanese girl after the store closes. He must identify her in order to save her life.

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Praise for Diamond Solitaire
 
"Wholly beguiling."
Los Angeles Times

"A book that, without gimmickry or cross-genre splicing, delivers superb, unashamedly traditional crime writing. Lovesey’s mysteries have won awards in England and France; he has previously been nominated for an Edgar, as he could be again for this fine tale.”
Publisher’s Weekly, Starred Review
 
“Polish up the Gold Dagger, Lovesey’s angling for another.”
Kirkus Reviews, Starred Review

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Lovesey brings back Peter Diamond, the likable, pudgy London copper introduced in 1991's sparkling and precisely plotted The Last Detective . Stripped of his rank, Diamond is working as a Harrods' rent-a-cop--until a young Japanese girl is found hiding in the store during his watch and he receives another pink slip. With time free, he investigates the identity of the youngster, now named Naomi, who remains silent and unclaimed. When she is abducted, Diamond traces her to New York and Japan where a Sumo wrestler agrees to bankroll the ex-copper's highly unofficial investigation. Lovesey's grip on the plot never loosens as Diamond, with gentle humor, bluffs his way past authorities by feigning a clout he no longer possesses. At the beginning of the book, a drug company is rocked by both the death of its president and an explosion at an Italian chemical plant. The ensuing corporate power struggle suggests to ever-observant organized crime factions that a buck might be made, and a murder is arranged. How this fits into the moving tale of the mute girl who draws diamonds on paper to symbolize her new friend is clarified only near the conclusion. It's a powerful moment in a book that, without gimmickry or cross-genre splicing, delivers superb, unashamedly traditional crime writing. Lovesey's mysteries have won awards in England and France; he has previously been nominated for an Edgar, as he could be again for this fine tale. Author tour. (Oct.)
Library Journal
This Peter Diamond title follows The Last Detective (Doubleday, 1991), which introduced the policeman-turned-security guard. Because a small Japanese girl is found asleep in Harrod's during Diamond's night shift, he loses his job. When he then attempts to establish her identity, someone kidnaps her.
Kirkus Reviews
Curmudgeonly Peter Diamond (The Last Detective, etc.) returns, now ex-CID and recently fired from Harrods' security force for failing to discover an abandoned Japanese girl left overnight in the furniture department. The child, still unclaimed weeks later, is probably autistic, and Diamond's efforts to befriend her lead to a tantalizing clue—and to the help of visiting sumo champion Yamagata. Meanwhile, in New York, the death of Manflex Pharmaceutical's chairman elevates the man's hippie-ish son David to CEO—to the dismay of second-in-command Leapman, who's chummy with the Mob. When the little girl is abducted in London, Diamond follows her trail to New York, winds up smack in the middle of a New York homicide (to the chagrin of the NYPD) and enmeshed in Manflex's plan to introduce PDM3—a revolutionary brain-cell rejuvenator drug with disastrous side effects. Bodies pile up as Diamond wings his way to Yokohama in pursuit of the girl—whose safety is assured with Yamagata along. The irascible Diamond shows a touching tenderness toward the autistic children he meets here—and his foray into pharmaceutical R&D ethics and funding is chilling. Polish up the Gold Dagger; Lovesey's angling for another.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781569472927
  • Publisher: Soho Press, Incorporated
  • Publication date: 7/1/2003
  • Series: Peter Diamond Series , #2
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 284,940
  • Product dimensions: 5.00 (w) x 7.50 (h) x 0.88 (d)

Meet the Author

Peter Lovesey is the author of more than thirty highly praised mystery novels. He has been awarded the CWA Gold and Silver Daggers, the Cartier Diamond Dagger for Lifetime Achievement, the Strand Magazine Award for Lifetime Achievement, the Macavity, Barry, and Anthony Awards, and many other honors. He lives in West Sussex, England.

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Diamond Solitaire


By Peter Lovesey

SOHO

Copyright © 1992 Peter Lovesey.
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 1569472920



Chapter One


    An alert shattered the silence in Harrods, a piercing, continuous note. The guard on duty in the security control room, Lionel Kenton, drew himself up in his chair. His hands went to his neck and tightened the knot in his tie. On the control panel in front of him, one of the light-emitting diodes, a red one, was blinking. If the system was functioning properly, someone—or something—had triggered a sensor on the seventh floor. He pressed a control that triggered the video surveillance for that floor. Nothing moved on the monitors.

    Kenton was the senior security guard that night. He was so senior that he had a shelf above the radiator for his exclusive use. On it were framed photos of his wife, two daughters, the Pope and Catherine Deneuve; an ebony elephant; and a cassette rack of opera tapes. Puccini kept him alert through the night, he told anyone so philistine as to question opera in the control room. None shall sleep. Listening to music was more responsible than reading a paper or a paperback. His eyes were alert to anything on the panel and his ears to any sound that clashed with the music.

    He silenced Pavarotti and touched the button that gave him a direct line to Knightsbridge Police Station. They must already have received the alert electronically. He identified himself and said, "Intruder alert. I'm getting a signal from the seventh floor. Furniture. Section nine. Nothing on screen."

    "Message received 2247 hours."

    "Someone is coming?"

    "It's automatic."

    Of course it was. He was betraying some nervousness. He tried another survey of the seventh floor. Nothing untoward was visible, but then he hadn't much faith in video surveillance. Every terrorist knows to keep out of range of a camera.

    And he had to assume this was a terrorist.

    Twenty-two night security officers were posted in various parts of the store. He, put out a general alert and asked for a second check that all the elevators were switched off. The security doors between sections were already in position and had been since the cleaners left. In the business of counter-terrorism nothing can be taken for granted, but really it wasn't feasible to break into Harrods. The intruder—if one was up there—must have hidden when the store closed and remained out of sight. If so, someone's job was on the line. Someone who should have checked section nine. You weren't allowed one mistake in this line of work.

    His second-in-command that night, George Bullen, burst in. He'd been patrolling when the alert sounded.

    "Whore's it from?"

    "Seventh."

    "It bloody would be."

    The furniture department was high risk: a brute to patrol. Wardrobes, cupboards, chests of drawers and units of every description. The nightly check for devices was a wearisome chore. It was conceivable—but in no way excusable—that the guard on duty had been so bogged down opening cupboards and peering into drawers that he'd missed someone lurking out of sight behind the damned things.

    Another light flashed on the console and one of the monitors showed headlights entering the delivery bay. The police response couldn't be faulted. Kenton told Bullen to take over and went down to meet them.

    Three patrol cars and two vans already. Marksmen and dog-handlers climbing out. More cars arriving, their flashing alarms giving an eerie, blue luminosity to the delivery bay. Kenton felt a flutter in his bowels. The police weren't going to vote him security man of the year if this emergency had been triggered by a blip in the system.

    A plainclothes officer stepped out of a car and ran across to him. "You're?"

    "Kenton."

    "Senior man?"

    He nodded.

    "You put out the call?"

    He admitted it, and his stomach lurched.

    "Seventh floor?"

    "Furniture department."

    "Points of access?"

    "Two sets of stairs."

    "Only two?"

    "The section is sealed off by security doors."

    "No lifts?"

    "Switched off."

    "Any of your lads on the stairs?"

    "Yes. That's routine. They'll be guarding the stairways above and below level seven."

    "Lead the way, then."

    Thirty or more uniformed officers, dog-handlers and men in plain clothes, several carrying guns, came with him as he set off at a run through the ground floor to the first stairway. A squad of a dozen or so peeled off and raced up that staircase while he led the remainder to the next.

    Mounting seven floors was a fitness test for Lionel Kenton. He was relieved to be told to stop after six and a half, and even more relieved to find four of his own security staff in position as he'd claimed they would be. Now he had a chance to recover normal breathing while radio contact was made with the party on the other stairs.

    "What's the layout here?"

    Essentially the police marksmen wanted to know how much cover they could rely on. One of Kenton's team, a burly ex-CID officer named Diamond, gave a rapid rundown of the furniture display positioned nearest to the stairs. Peter Diamond was the man responsible tonight for this section. You poor bugger, thought Kenton. You look more sick than I feel.

    A team of three marksmen went up the final flight. Others took up positions on the stairs. The rest moved down to the landing below.

    This was the worst—waiting for the unknown, while others went up to deal with it.

    Someone offered Kenton some chewing gum and he took it gratefully.

    Perhaps six nerve-racking minutes went by before there was a crackle on the senior policeman's ratio and a voice reported, "Negative so far."

    Two dogs and their handlers were sent up to help.

    Another long interval of silence.

    Security Officer Diamond was just to the left of Kenton. He had his hands clasped, the fingers interlaced as if in prayer, except that the fingernails were white with pressure.

    The last dregs of Kenton's confidence were draining away when someone announced over the scratchy intercom, "We've got your intruder."

    "Got him under restraint?" said the man in charge.

    "Come and see."

    "You're sure he's the only one?"

    "Positive."

    The tone was reassuring. Strangely so, as if the tension had lifted altogether. Police and security staff dashed up the stairs.

    The seventh floor lights were fully on. The marksmen had converged on a section where armchairs and settees were displayed. But they weren't in the attitude of gunmen. They were lounging about as if at a wine and cheese party. Two were seated on the arms of chairs. There was no sign of anyone under arrest.

    Suddenly cold with his own sweat, Kenton went over with the others. "But you said you found someone?"

    One of them flicked his eyes downwards, towards a sofa.

    It was the kind of vast, black corduroy thing that an advertising executive would have in his outer office. At one end was a heap of scatter cushions, brilliant in color. The face looking out from under the cushions was that of a small girl, her hair black and fringed, her eyes Asian in shape. Nothing else of her was visible.

    Kenton stared in bewilderment.

    "Ah, so," said the senior policeman.


Chapter Two


    "You're sacking me." Peter Diamond, the guard responsible for section nine on the night the child was found, spoke without rancor. "I know the score."

    The score was heavily against him. He wasn't young. Forty-eight, according to his file. Married. Living in West Ken. No kids. An ex-policeman, He'd got to the rank of detective superintendent and then resigned from Avon and Somerset over some dispute with the Assistant Chief Constable. A misunderstanding, someone said, someone who knew someone. Diamond had been too proud to ask for his job back. After quitting the police, he'd taken a series of part-time jobs and finally moved to London and joined the Harrods team.

    "I shouldn't say this, Peter," the security director told him, "but you're blood unlucky. Your record here has been exemplary apart from this. You could have looked forward to a more senior post."

    "Rules are rules."

    "Unfortunately, yes. We'll do the best we can in the way of a reference, but, er ..."

    "... security jobs are out, right?" said Diamond. He was inscrutable. Fat men—and he was fat—often have faces that seem on the point of turning angry or amused. The trick is to guess which.

    The director didn't mind exhibiting his own unease. He shook his head and spread his hands in an attitude of helplessness. "Believe me, Peter, I feel sick to the stomach about this."

    "Spare me that."

    "I mean it. I'm not confident I would have spotted the kid myself. She was practically invisible under the cushions."

    "I lifted the cushions," Diamond admitted.

    "Oh?"

    "She wasn't on that sofa when I did my round. I definitely checked. I always do. It's an obvious place to plant a device. The kid must have been somewhere else and got under them later."

    "How could you have missed her?"

    "I reckon I took her for one of the cleaners' kids. They bring them in sometimes. Some of them are Vietnamese."

    "She's Japanese, I think."

    Diamond snapped out of his defeated, mood. "You think? Hasn't she been claimed?"

    "Not yet."

    "Doesn't she know her name?"

    "Hasn't spoken a word since she was found. Over at the nick, they spent the whole of today with a string of interpreters trying to coax her to say something. Not a syllable."

    "She isn't dumb, is she?"

    "Apparently not, but she says nothing intelligible. There's almost no reaction from the child."

    "Deaf?"

    "No. She reacts to sound. It's a mystery."

    "They'll have to go on TV with her. Someone will know her. A kid found in Harrods at night—it's just the sort of story the media pick up on."

    "No doubt."

    "You don't sound convinced."

    "I'm convinced, Peter, all too easily convinced. But there are other considerations, not least our reputation. I don't particularly want it broadcast that a little girl penetrated our security. If the press get on to you, I'd appreciate your not making any statements."

    "About security? I wouldn't."

    "Thank you."

    "But you can't muzzle the police. They have no interest in keeping the story confidential. It's going to break somewhere, and soon."


Excerpted from Diamond Solitaire by Peter Lovesey. Copyright © 1992 by Peter Lovesey. Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.


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  • Anonymous

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    Although the story was interesting, there were so many errors in

    Although the story was interesting, there were so many errors in the text that it became distracting in the reading,.

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  • Posted November 3, 2011

    Good follow up to original book

    Story is interesting and it's fun to follow the development of Peter Diamond, dismissed from the police force, as he tries to make a go of it on his own. However, it sometimes is hard to read in Nook format because there are so many errors in the text. The quality of the print makes it obvious that no proof-reading was performed on the text. The hard copy of the book must have been scanned into a program and it was left for the scanning program to convert to text. I lost track of how many times the characters "th" came out as "m" as in when the word should have been "that" it was printed as "mat." There are many other cases of similar mistaken interpretation by the program. It was almost funny to see these errors, but of course that was quite distracting and took away from the enjoyment of the story. The author can't be pleased.

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