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No Trace: A Brock and Kolla Mystery

No Trace: A Brock and Kolla Mystery

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In a London neighborhood known for its artists and bohemian style, six year old Tracey Rudd is abducted from her home without any warning, or sign of violence. She is the third child abucted under similar circumstances in recent weeks. But this case is different. She is the daughter of notorious contemporary artist Gabriel Rudd, best known for the grotesque "Dead

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In a London neighborhood known for its artists and bohemian style, six year old Tracey Rudd is abducted from her home without any warning, or sign of violence. She is the third child abucted under similar circumstances in recent weeks. But this case is different. She is the daughter of notorious contemporary artist Gabriel Rudd, best known for the grotesque "Dead Puppies," a work centered around his wife's suicide five years earlier. While Rudd exploits Tracey's abduction as an inspiration for a major new work in his upcoming exhibit, D.C.I. David Brock and Detective Sergeant Kathy Kolla hunt for the missing girls' kidnapper, who is suspiciously connected to the eccentric community of artists, dealers, and collectors in the neighborhood.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
In Maitland's gripping new police procedural to feature DCI David Brock and Det. Sgt. Kathy Kolla (after 2004's The Verge Practice), something evil afflicts a group of artists and assorted hangers-on who live in London's Northcote Square. When six-year-old Tracey Rudd, the daughter of the circle's most famous artist, Gabriel Rudd, goes missing, it appears she's the third girl to fall victim to a kidnapper. Soon two of the three girls are found, one dead and the other nearly so. As various members of this community are killed in horrible ways, Brock and Kolla dig through an intricate web of circumstances, which some readers may find too complex. Maitland, an architect who crafts his prose in accord with the dictum that God is in the details, brings the particular world he depicts unforgettably alive. No one who reads this haunting, unnerving work will ever again think about contemporary artists the same way. (Oct.) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Six-year-old Tracey Rudd is taken from her bedroom at night, the third child to be abducted in London in recent weeks. But her case may be different: Tracey's father is a famous artist who spends more time working than raising his daughter. The body count rises; the Special Operations Team led by Detective Chief Inspector David Brock (Babel) faces demands for a quick solution, while Rudd exploits his daughter's kidnapping for his next show. All of this escalating tension results in life-changing actions and decisions for both Brock and his Sergeant Kathy Kolla. In what may be his best book yet, Maitland starkly contrasts the modern art worldview of life as art/art as life with the police attitude that life is not a game. Fans of British police procedurals by such authors as Jill McGown, Stuart MacBride, and Quentin Jardine will demand this. Highly recommended for all collections. Maitland lives in Newcastle, Australia. Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
The third kidnapping of a young London girl blows the case into a dark new dimension for Chief Inspector David Brock and Sgt. Kathy Kolla. There's no question that Tracey Rudd's gone missing, but her abduction doesn't seem to fit the pattern established by the first two snatches. At six, she's younger than Aimee Prentice and Lee Hammond, and the signs of forced entry into her Shoreditch flat are faint. The main difference, though, is her flamboyant artist father, who's been battling his in-laws over Tracey's living arrangements ever since her mother killed herself five years ago. Gabriel Rudd rode his wife's suicide to art-world fame, and now he plans to do the same with his daughter's disappearance. Pressed by rapacious dealer Fergus Tait, he announces the opening of an art exhibit called "No Trace," a series of banners he'll construct at the rate of one a day until Tracey is found. Eventually, he takes up residence in a glass box inside the gallery where "No Trace" is installed, communicating with the outside world only by computer. That's probably just as well for him, for as Brock and Kolla (The Verge Practice, 2004, etc.) soon discover, the mortality rate among his friends and neighbors-drug-dealers, pedophiles, lunatics and worse-is about to soar. Maitland, perhaps the most underrated writer currently working the whodunit field, puts it all together-a memorably twisty plot, cut-and-thrust interrogation, unsparing forensics, psychological penetration-in the complete mystery package.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781429951197
Publisher:
St. Martin's Press
Publication date:
09/13/2010
Series:
Brock and Kolla Series , #8
Sold by:
Macmillan
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
320
Sales rank:
164,303
File size:
400 KB

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Chapter One
A child's cry jolted Brock from sleep. He blinked awake, wondering if it had been a dream. He held his breath, listening, then heard the almost human bark of the fox that lived in the railway cutting beyond the lane. That's all, he realised, only that. He heard the answering mournful horn of an approaching train. There must be fog on the line, autumn arriving in earnest at last.

Now he was aware of other sounds, the clicking of the central heating pipes as they warmed, so it must be after five, which was when the timer switched on. He turned his head to read the illuminated numbers of the bedside clock. Five-fifteen. He would have preferred to lie for a while in the dark, sensing the day approach, taking time to think about one or two things. But there was so much to do, too much. He put on the light, pulled on his dressing gown and slippers, and padded down to the kitchen to put the kettle on.

Brock carried the mug of tea through to the living room and lit the gas fire. On the table in front of him were three documents, all urgent. He slipped on his reading glasses and heaved the first, a thick report, onto his lap. Its title was Stage 3 Restructuring of the Metropolitan Police Service: Discussion Paper, and the words Restricted Circulation were stamped across the top. The accompanying memo had urged its importance, while his secretary, Dot, had heard from friends working at 10 Broadway, headquarters of New Scotland Yard, that Commander Sharpe was apoplectic over it. Brock took a sip of tea and opened it reluctantly, scanning the index, then turning to the summary. Not much wiser, he skipped through 'Chapter 1: Cost and performance criteria for alternative models of decentralisation'.

He sighed and his attention strayed to the second item on the table, a letter, neat blue words on cream paper. He set the senior management report aside, picked up the letter and began to read it once again.

Dear David,

I have to put this in writing, because I haven't been able to find the words to say aloud . . .

He reached the end and sat lost in thought, feeling the drag of sadness inside him, the weight of time and loss. As if to emphasise this, his eyes moved to a small framed picture on the wall in front of him, a shabby little thing, a gift from a murderer. He remembered his first glimpse of it, long ago, above the mantelpiece of a house in Stepney as he kneeled on the floor with the body of Emily Crab, trying in vain to stop the flow of blood from her throat. Emily had ruined his suit but established his reputation on his first big murder case. Later, interviewing her husband, he had asked about the little picture, saying that it had looked to him like the work of the German artist Kurt Schwitters, whom he greatly admired. Walter Crab had been surprised and gratified by this recognition. He told Brock that during the war his mother had taken in a refugee, a man who had been hunted by the Gestapo from Germany to Norway, before escaping to London. The man was penniless, and Walter's mother had accepted the picture in lieu of a month's rent and board. When her friends saw it--an old bus ticket, a scrap of a newspaper headline and other fragments glued to a piece of cardboard--they laughed and told her she'd been had, and Walter had been mortified on his mother's account. Brock was the first person who had ever admired it, and yes, on the back was the signature K. Schwitters, and the title, Merz 598a, London, 1943. Then Walter confessed to Brock that he had murdered Emily and that the alibi provided by his sister was false. On the day that Crab was sentenced, Brock received a brown-paper parcel in the mail containing the Schwitters and a carefully written note from Walter, gifting him the picture in compensation for Brock's ruined suit. Ever since, Brock had regarded the little collage as an icon, a condensed statement of his own calling, gathering the discarded residue of people's lives and making out of it some kind of pattern and sense.

Brock folded the letter and tucked it into the management report to mark the place he'd reached, then turned his attention to the third document on the table, every page of which he'd memorised over the weekend. It was a file marked Metropolitan Police, Case File Summary: Abductions of Aimee Jennifer Prentice and Lee Celine Hammond. He turned to the pictures of the missing girls, although they were already imprinted in his mind; Aimee with a cheeky lopsided grin and Lee, dreamy and pensive, as if she could sense the onset of puberty inside her slight body.

Pinned to the cover of the report was the memo confirming the formation of a Major Enquiry Team, headed by Detective Chief Inspector David Brock, which would take control of the case as from 0800 hours on Monday October 13. Brock checked his watch. Two hours. Time to go.

Copyright © 2004 by Barry Maitland. All rights reserved.

Meet the Author

Barry Maitland is a well-known architect and professor of architecture. He is a finalist for the John Creasy Award for best first novel and winner of the Ned Kelly Award for Best Crime Fiction. He lives in Newcastle, Australia.


Barry Maitland is the author of several mystery novels featuring D.C.I. David Brock and Det. Sgt. Kathy Kolla. Born in Scotland and raised in London, Maitland lives in Australia. His work has been a finalist for the Barry Award, the John Creasey Award, and the winner of the Ned Kelley Award.

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No Trace (Brock and Kolla Series #8) 3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 3 reviews.
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Too many twists and turns and by the middle of the book, you just don't even care how it ends. Very tedious reading. This is one of the few times I've read a book that I wish I could return for a refund.
harstan More than 1 year ago
In London someone abducts the six years old daughter of artist Gabriel Rudd from their home leaving NO TRACE at all of a struggle. Little Tracey is the apparent third victim of the kidnapper of the first two girls, one is dead and on is barely alive.---------------------- Detective Chief Inspector David Brock and Detective Sergeant Kathy Kolla head the investigation into the serial kidnapper case, but emphasize the importance of concentrating on rescuing the child. They are both appalled by Gabriel¿s reaction. Known for his work the ¿Dead Puppies¿ that gruesomely depicts the suicide of his wife five years ago, the abduction inspires him to begin a project depicting Tracey¿s kidnapping as the center of his upcoming exhibition of his works. He becomes a suspect with the motive being to recapture his moment of fame while he obviously had opportunity and the no struggle hints of someone the girl knows, but the two cops also look at other individuals in this closed bohemian artistic society.--------------- The strength of this superb British police procedural resides with the support cast as Barry Maitland vividly describes the artist community, who to the two cops seem offbeat especially the victim¿s father. Readers will be fascinated in a macabre way with Rudd¿s reactions as he sees his daughter¿s danger as an exploitation opportunity, which has the audience wondering if he is that unfeeling, the culprit, or the ultimate capitalist.--------------- Harriet Klausner