One Last Breath (Ben Cooper and Diane Fry Series #5) [NOOK Book]

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This twisted thrill ride is perfect for fans of Ian Rankin and Peter James.

Around the ancient cave system in Derbyshire are thronging tourists, a medieval castle, and the thriving town of Castleton. With its underground tunnels and caverns, it’s the perfect place for a man to hide—or vanish. Detectives Ben Cooper and Diane Fry are looking for such a man, one who is on a murderous rampage.

An escaped convict ...

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Overview

This twisted thrill ride is perfect for fans of Ian Rankin and Peter James.

Around the ancient cave system in Derbyshire are thronging tourists, a medieval castle, and the thriving town of Castleton. With its underground tunnels and caverns, it’s the perfect place for a man to hide—or vanish. Detectives Ben Cooper and Diane Fry are looking for such a man, one who is on a murderous rampage.

An escaped convict is on the loose, and, after thirteen years in prison, he may be seeking revenge on the son of the cop who put him away in the first place … Cooper’s father.

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Publishers Weekly
British author Booth's fifth crime novel (after Blind to the Bones) is as dark and winding as the labyrinth of caves below its Derbyshire setting. In 1990, Det. Constable Ben Cooper's father arrests Mansell Quinn for the brutal murder of his lover. Thirteen years later, Quinn disappears upon his release from prison, his ex-wife is immediately slain, and another murder soon follows. Convinced they're facing a revenge spree, the police mount a manhunt, probing physical clues and the messy web of relationships that Quinn has not quite left behind. The deeper Cooper and his colleagues probe, the more convinced Cooper becomes that Quinn was innocent of the original crime, a belief that deepens his sense that as the son of the arresting officer, he's personally at risk. Though the pace and focus falter slightly toward the end, this is intelligent, suspenseful reading that should continue to build Booth's U.S. audience. A master of psychological suspense, Booth hauntingly evokes the ambiguities of place and the enduring complexity of human relationships. (Aug.) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Award-winning author Booth (Blind to the Bones) is writing some of the most complex crime fiction out there. In his latest novel, Detective Constable Ben Cooper and Detective Sergeant Diane Fry are drawn into one investigation that ties into another more than a decade old. In 1990, Mansell Quinn was sentenced to life in prison for the murder of his lover. Since "life" actually means 13-plus years, Mansell is now out and apparently on a mission. On the day of his release, his ex-wife is murdered, and Mansell is the prime suspect. As Ben and Diane investigate, they realize there was much more to the original murder than they'd thought and they'll have to figure it all out to prevent more deaths. Set in England's Peak District, the novel exudes a subtle menace from beginning to end, but the complexity of plot and characters causes the book to bog down in parts. Still, series fans will demand this one. [See Prepub Alert, LJ 4/1/06.]-Jane Jorgenson, Madison P.L., WI Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Who's been sleeping in her bed? Ray Proctor's wife Carol got around. When she's found brutally stabbed to death in Mansell Quinn's house, it's assumed he killed his lover. His wife, Rebecca, and their kids, Andrea and Simon, change their name to Lowe and move out; his drinking buddies, Will Thorpe and the cuckolded Ray, fail to support his alibi. After confessing, Quinn goes off to Sudbury Prison until his release 13 years later, when the Derbyshire CID-DS Diane Fry in charge, with the grunt work done by DC Ben Cooper (Dancing with the Virgins, 2001, etc.), whose late father first arrested Quinn-warn interested parties that he may come gunning for them. Soon enough, Rebecca Lowe dies; Simon is bashed; Thorpe comes to an ignominious end; and a crossbow goes missing from Proctor's lock box at his caravan park. Further, there are myths-maybe more than myths-about cadavers surfacing in the bends of the Peak Caverns. Cooper wrestles with his father's heroic reputation while two other sons of disputed parentage antagonize their dads and Fry grapples with her own familial problems, including a sister recovering from heroin addiction. A rapprochement, a near-escape and a final interrogation of a son close Cooper and Fry's fifth case. Elizabeth George fans will queue up for this one. It's suitably wordy; its continuing characters have uneasy relationships and secretive pasts; and it raises melodrama to middlebrow art.
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"Intelligent, suspenseful.... A master of psychological suspense, Booth hauntingly evokes the ambiguities if place and the enduring complexity of human relationships."—Publishers Weekly

"Elizabeth George fans will queue up for this one.... Its continuing characters have uneasy relationships and secretive pasts."—Kirkus Reviews
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780062302076
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
  • Publication date: 2/4/2014
  • Series: Ben Cooper and Diane Fry Series , #5
  • Sold by: HARPERCOLLINS
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 100
  • Sales rank: 21,541
  • File size: 710 KB

Meet the Author

Stephen Booth's thirteen novels featuring Cooper and Fry, all to be published in the U.S. by Witness Impulse, have sold over half a million copies around the world.

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One Last Breath


By Stephen Booth

Random House

Stephen Booth
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0385339054


Chapter One

1


Monday, 12 July 2004


Today was the day Detective Constable Ben Cooper was supposed to have died. For practical purposes, he was already dead. His feet and hands felt icily cold, as if death might be creeping up on him slowly, claiming his body inch by inch.

For the past half hour, Cooper had been unable to move his arms or his legs, or even his head. Mud-stained rock filled his vision, every crack and protrusion glistening with dampness in the beams of light that swung across the passage. He could smell the mud and sweat around him, and hear the splashing of water as it echoed in the confined space. The rock was so close to his face that his breath condensed on it and fell back on him as mist. It filled his mouth with the sharp taste of stone.

Cooper had never imagined that he'd feel so helpless. The roof seemed to be sinking closer towards him, pressing down to crush his skull. He could sense the mass of the hill poised overhead. One tiny movement of the earth's crust over Derbyshire, and millions of tons of rock would flatten him where he lay. He'd be squeezed to a juice, reduced to an inexplicable red smear for future geologists to find.

"Only a few more minutes," said a voice in the darkness, "and we'll reach the Devil's Staircase."

Then the light went off the roof, andCooper could see nothing at all. For a moment, he thought the rock had already crushed him, and he began to panic. His lungs spasmed as if there were no oxygen left for him to breathe.

Cooper felt himself tilted violently backwards, but he was strapped in too tightly to move. Looking up from this angle, he saw a cluster of yellow PVC oversuits glowing in the sporadic light. Lamps created pools of luminescence around them and distorted their shadows on the roofs and walls. But there were no faces visible in the darkness.

He was jolted again. He was sure the stretcher would turn over and tip him on to the floor of the passage, where he'd drown lying helpless in two feet of muddy water. And that would be the end of his career in Derbyshire CID. He'd never expected it to be like this.

"I want to die in the daylight," he said.

But no one was listening to him. As far as they were concerned, he was already dead.



Detective Sergeant Diane Fry stumbled in the middle of the floor and kicked out in irritation. She'd never thought of herself as a tidy person-there were too many messy loose ends in her life for that. And God knew, her flat was a tip; she might have been competing with the students across the landing for the pigsty-of-the-year award. But the intrusion of someone else's untidiness was a different thing altogether. It made her grit her teeth every time she came home from a shift. She'd barely noticed the mess when it was her own clothes thrown on the bathroom floor, but finding a pair of black jeans halfway across the room from the laundry basket reminded her that she was no longer alone.

Fry's pager was bleeping. She checked the number, scooped up her phone from the edge of the bath, and dialed.

"DS Fry here. Yes, sir?"

Her boss at E Division, Detective Inspector Paul Hitchens, was at his desk early this morning. Yet he sounded far from alert.

"Oh, Fry. Are you on your way in?"

"Very shortly."

"OK."

Fry waited expectantly, but heard nothing except a metallic whirring in the background, as if Hitchens were having some construction work done on his office.

"Was there something, sir?"

"Oh, just . . . Does the name Quinn mean anything to you, Fry?"

"Quinn?"

"Mansell Quinn."

"I'm sorry, it doesn't."

"No. No, it wouldn't."

Hitchens sounded as though his mind was on something else entirely. Fry pulled a face and gestured impatiently at the phone, as if she'd been reduced to using sign language to an idiot.

"Well, make sure you come and see me before you do anything else, will you, Fry?"

"Certainly, sir."

Fry shrugged as she ended the call. It was probably nothing. Hitchens was just losing his grip, like everyone else around E Division. But she'd better not be late. There was no time now for clearing up someone else's clothes.

Hold on, though. She looked more closely at the jeans on the floor. These weren't someone else's clothes-they were hers, bought only a couple of weeks ago during a shopping trip to the Meadowhall Centre in Sheffield. Worse, they'd been a comfort purchase on a day when she'd been feeling particularly down. She hadn't even found a chance to wear them yet.

"Angie!"

There was no reply from the sitting room, where her sister lay wrapped in a duvet on the sofa. The fact that her sister was asleep irritated Fry even more.

"Angie!"

She heard a grunt, and a creaking of springs as her sister stirred and turned over. Fry looked at her watch: quarter past eight. She'd better pray the traffic wasn't too bad getting to West Street, or she'd be late.

She called again, more loudly, then picked up the jeans and tried to fold them back into their proper shape before laying them on top of the overflowing laundry basket. They were creased and scuffed across the knees, as if Angie had been crawling around the floor in them. They were hardly worth wearing now, despite the money she'd lashed out for the sake of the designer label stitched to the back pocket.

Cursing, Fry began to fuss about the bathroom, picking up more items of clothing and shoving them into the basket. She rescued a towel from the bottom of the bath and hung it on the rail. She straightened the curtains, swept up an empty toothpaste tube and a Tampax wrapper and threw them into the pedal bin. She dampened a cloth and began wiping splashes of soap off the mirror. Then she caught sight of her own reflection, and stopped. She didn't like what she saw.

"What's all the noise about?"

Angie stood in the doorway wearing only a long T-shirt, scratching herself and peering at her sister through half-open eyes. Fry felt a rush of guilt at the sight of her sister's bare, thin legs.

"Nothing."

"What are you doing? I thought there must be a fire, or a burglar or something."

"No. I'm sorry. You can go back to sleep, if you want."

Angie coughed. "I'm awake now, I suppose. Are you going out, Sis?"

"I'm on shift this morning."

"Yeah. Well, I'll get myself a coffee. Do you want anything?"

"I don't have time."

"Tidying up? Just before you go to work? You want to slow down, Di. You'll be giving yourself a heart attack if you get so stressed."

"Yeah, right."

Angie looked at her, puzzled. "You were shouting at me though, weren't you? I'm sure you were. What did you want?"

"Nothing," said Fry. "It doesn't matter. You go and get yourself that coffee."

"I'm sure I heard you shouting me," Angie said, turning away. "You sounded just like Ma."

Fry dropped the damp cloth and leaned on the washbasin for a moment. She listened to Angie shuffling away, her bare feet slapping on the worn tiles in the passage. Fry kept her head lowered. The one thing she didn't want to do was see herself in the mirror again. She didn't want the memories that had been visible for a brief moment in the reflection of her own eyes, in the hard line of her mouth and the frown marks etched into her forehead.

Reluctantly, she looked at her watch. She had to go or she'd be late, and she couldn't afford to be late when she had to set an example for the likes of Ben Cooper and Gavin Murfin, who would go wandering off in their own directions in a second if she didn't keep an eye on them.

Fry walked into her bedroom to fetch her jacket from behind the door. She was annoyed to see that her hand was shaking as she entered the kitchen. Angie was sitting at the table, staring at her fingernails.

"Angie, just now, what did you mean . . . ?"

"What?"

"When you mentioned Ma. What did you mean?"

Angie shrugged. "Nothing really."

"But . . ." Fry stopped, defeated. "I've got to go."

She went down the wide flight of stairs with its threadbare treads, and left the house by the back door. Number 12 Grosvenor Avenue was one of a series of detached Victorian villas in a tree-lined street, its front door nestling between mock porticos. It had space at the back for Fry to park her Peugeot, and she was glad to be able to get the car off the street, especially when she lay in bed at night listening to the passing drunks.

Fry wound the windows down to let some air into the car. It might turn out to be one of the few days in the year when she wished she had air conditioning. She plugged her mobile phone into the cigarette lighter to make sure it would be fully charged by the time she got to West Street. Then she drove up to the corner of Castleton Road and waited for the traffic to clear. She looked at her watch again. Almost eight-thirty. She might not be too late, after all.

There was plenty to do, as usual. Today's diary included a meeting to plan an operation against Class A drug misuse and a review of a long-running rape enquiry, as well as prioritizing whatever had happened in the last twenty-four hours.

Fry frowned. She hated starting the day with irritations that she couldn't classify. And she had one already this morning, thanks to the call from her DI. What was the name Hitchens mentioned? Quinn? It still meant nothing to her. But she would have to know-who the hell was Mansell Quinn?

She looked at her phone. There was one person who was sure to know. She didn't really want to talk to him if she could avoid it, but it might be preferable to walking into the DI's office ignorant, and therefore in a position of weakness. Ben Cooper's number was stored in her phone's memory, one of a hundred invisible squiggles on its smart card, so that she carried his presence with her permanently, like a scar.

From the moment she'd arrived at E Division, Cooper had been in her hair, probing into her past, turning over all the memories she'd left the West Midlands to escape. And then this business with her sister. Why had he got himself involved in that? The one thing she wasn't going to do was give Cooper the satisfaction of asking him. It seemed impossible to Fry that there could be any acceptable explanation.

She pulled his number up out of her phone's memory and dialed, ready to pull over to the side of the road if he answered. But the number was unobtainable. Fry grimaced in frustration. Of course, Cooper was on a rest day today. Why shouldn't he turn off his phone and enjoy himself?



Water was pouring through the roof. Splashes of it landed on his face, making him blink. Ben Cooper tried to move a hand to wipe it away, but his arms were held too tightly. Then he felt himself traveling up a slope and saw a larger chamber, lit by artificial lights. At last there was a change in air temperature and a glimpse of daylight as the mouth of the cavern opened above him, then he heard the high-pitched cries of jackdaws.

Giving an exhausted cheer, the six men in yellow oversuits dropped the stretcher with a thump. Cooper's head banged on the plastic cover.

"Hey, I'm a casualty, you know. Where's the ambulance? Don't I get an ambulance?"

"Sorry, Ben. But you are dead, you know."

"My God, if I'd known it'd be like that, Alistair, I wouldn't have volunteered. In fact, I didn't volunteer-I was talked into it."

Alistair Page took off his gloves and leaned over to unfasten the buckles on the stretcher straps. He was still covered in the smelly silt that coated the caves and had been stirred up from the flooded passages by the rescue party. Like the rest of the team taking part in the exercise, he was protected by elbow and kneepads, and had a heavy tackle bag slung from his belt.

Cooper tried to remember which of his friends had introduced him to Page. Whoever it was, he had a score to settle.

"You're not telling me you're claustrophobic," said Page. "It's a bit late for that."

"I didn't think I was, until an hour ago. But I've changed my mind. I feel quite sick."

"You'll be all right in a minute."

At last, Cooper was free of the stretcher. He had to walk up and down and shake his legs a bit before the painful tingling started, a sign that the blood was flowing back into his limbs. Glad to be using his muscles again, he helped Page to lift a bundle of ropes and slide them into the cave rescue vehicle, an old Bedford van that was kept in the police compound in Edendale. The van was well overdue for replacement, but the Derbyshire Cave Rescue was a voluntary group and relied entirely on donations. They'd have to raise tens of thousands of pounds before they could buy a new vehicle.

The chattering of the jackdaws made Cooper look up. The birds were circling the roofless keep of the castle on the eastern rim of the Peak Cavern gorge, hopping restlessly from tree to tree, or flapping on to the cliff ledges.

"Do they nest on those ledges?"

"Yes. And so do mallard ducks sometimes," said Page. "But their ducklings have a habit of falling off. Visitors don't like that very much."

"I can imagine," said Cooper, still craning his neck. It was a relief just to be able to move his head and see the sky.

"You did a good job of being dead, by the way. Don't forget-you get a free tour through the show cave for doing this."

"I'm coming down with my two nieces tomorrow afternoon. They've just broken up for the summer holidays, and I promised them a day out."

"You can cope with that, can you?"

"At least you don't get many real deaths here."

"There's only ever been one in Peak Cavern. That was a long time ago. And, well . . ." Page hesitated, looking back anxiously over his shoulder at the mouth of the cavern, as if he heard noises in the darkness but couldn't see what was there. "Well, that was different," he said. "It was unique. And a long time ago."



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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 5, 2014

    I enjoy thesebooks

    This is the newest release in the Cooper and Fry mysteries. There are two more coming out soon. One will be released in April, the other in March. I think there are 8 books already published. The first book was free and got me hooked. The others have cost around $7.00 each. I do not care very much about English mystery novels. But even though these police murder mysteries are "over the pond" i really enjoy them. There is still some editing problems, but with each book, the problems lessen. The incorrect spelling drives me up a wall. I am not the worlds best typist and I make typing mistakes a lot. But I try hard and use auto corrections. Every time the author spelled defense, he spelled it defence. ARRRGGGHH! I still do not like the heroine, Fry, she is not a nice person. She is very rude, obnoxious, has no sense of humor and looks down on those around her. She is bossy, thinks she is aways right and no one get a word in edge way, even when they need to report things to her. I like Cooper, he ia laid back, loves his family, tries to live up to his father's legacy, and helps everyone. He is intimadated by Fry and her meaness. There is no sex or romance, very curse words, no religion and a moderate amount of gore, to go along with the violence and murder. This book introduced a few new characters. I like this books also because of the descriptions of England. One book may be about the moors, another hill country, the next low country. This one was set in a castle and caves of a tourist trap, which they call a honeypot. I thought this was cute. This author is very good with details. Everything is well thought out and explained. A reader feels as if they actually part of the story as they read. My one major complaint, is not a biggie, but it is an inconvenience, the books are not numbered as to where they belong in the series. The conclusions are not open ended, making them stand alone books. NICE! This book has around 467 pages. So you do get bang for your buck. For all readers, male and female, ages 16 and up, who enjoy, English mystery, constable novels. Not chick lit.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 27, 2014

    Harriet klausmer

    Again harriet klausner ruins another book with her cliff note book report. This woman needs to be banned and all her plot spoiling posts deleted. She is a menace to reviews as she ruins every book she touches. Please bn, deletes this womans posts.

    3 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 10, 2006

    fine Peak District police procedural

    In 1990 Castleton, Derbyshire, a drunken Mansell Quinn comes home from the pub only to hear the woman¿s last breath as she dies. He confesses and is arrested him for the brutal murder of his lover. However, he recants his declaration of guilt, but is still convicted and goes to prison. --- Now over thirteen years later, Quinn is released from prison. Already known as a violent man before the homicide, he is a raging violent man with a grudge against those who sent him away. He almost immediately violates the conditions of his release, but the Peak District police cannot find him to pick him up. Instead the first person connected to Quinn, Rebecca Lowe, is murdered. While the police assume Quinn has begun avenging his 'affront', Detective Constable Ben Cooper wonders if someone framed Quinn. Ben begins to look back at the case that his father solved thirteen years ago when he arrested Quinn and wonders if perhaps the culprit could be someone else then and now. As he obstinately digs for clues and tries to persuade Detective Sergeant Diane Fry that he is right and their superior DI Paul Hitchens is wrong, Ben comes to the attention of someone who wants him out of the way while Quinn hides in the caves near the tourist attractions. --- The latest Peak District police procedural (see BLIND TO THE BONES) is a solid tale that starts off with a deep look at the potential antagonist and establishes who the key police participants are. The story line slows down a bit in the middle even though more die and the delightful English Peak District is vividly described, but then takes off again for an exhilarating climax. Throughout readers will wonder if Ben is right as the evidence points heavily towards Quinn in Stephen Booth¿s fine whodunit. --- Harriet Klausner

    2 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 31, 2014

    Good Read for mystery lovers

    I enjoyed this book. I like that its over 400 pages so there is enough of a backstory to really get into the characters. Its a typical British mystery with an interesting background of the peak district that i had never heard about and the authors writing style appeals to me. Not a lot of gory detail and no strong language are used but there is tons of detail and i was kept guessing about who the murderer was until the very end.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 21, 2014

    Deep down in the caves, lies a secret.

    A man goes to jail for a murder he didn't commit. Freed only to punish the one who did do the crime.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 10, 2014

    BORING

    way too lengthy. Good story but too drawn out - I could not get half way through this snoozer

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 9, 2014

    Fry becomes more annoying with each book

    And wonder how she can function as police work does not seem her forte. The usual too much about everyone except the killer when all is in last pages. Story becomes one solid red herring. Two or three very grafic scenes about dying also usual and didnt see a harriet review is reviewer seeing ghosts? three page blurb said it all anyway.cooper becomes more a whimp with each book i may stick out for another where is his editor? Pagecounter@sparta

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 28, 2014

    A good read

    The author has once agan presented a fine elaborate story with plenty of twists and turns and vivid characters. The moods and setting are clearly delineated.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 26, 2014

    Bar

    <_>

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 19, 2014

    Ruined Life

    "He'ssss miiine....". I woke up to see a talking rat and snake, curled up on my face. Quietly, I jumped up, picked them up and ate them. With blood on my face, i ate myself. The end

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