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Overview

Paddy Meehan is no stranger to murder—as a reporter she lives at crime scenes—but nothing has prepared her for this visit from the police. Her former boyfriend and fellow journalist Terry Patterson has been found hooded and shot through the head. Paddy knows she will be of little help—she had not seen Terry in more than six months. So she is bewildered to learn that in his will he has left her his house and several suitcases full of notes. Drawn into a maze of secrets and lies, Paddy begins making connections to Terry's murder that no one else has seen, and soon finds herself trapped in the most important—and dangerous—story of her career.

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Editorial Reviews

Patrick Anderson
Slip of the Knife is a readable, stylishly written thriller, but by including so much of Paddy's personal life, Mina often lets her crime story get lost while Paddy worries about her sister's forbidden romance and her son's progress in school…it's difficult for a novelist to juggle horrid crimes with the stuff of everyday life. Dashiell Hammett's Sam Spade didn't have an everyday life, which simplified things considerably. But Mina and other modern writers are expanding the boundaries of the crime novel, even at the risk that some readers will skip the kitchen-sink scenes in search of the next murder most foul.
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Publishers Weekly

Set in 1990, Mina's superb third thriller to feature Paddy Meehan (after 2006's Edgar-finalist The Dead Hour) finds the Glaswegian journalist embroiled in the most politically charged and personal story of her career. When the corpse of Meehan's ex-lover, journalist Terry Hewitt, turns up in the countryside near Port Glasgow, everything points to an IRA execution. After Meehan discovers that Terry willed her his notes and a house in the country, she decides to investigate his murder. Distracted by the imminent parole of Callum Ogilvy-the young cousin of her ex-fiancé convicted for his role in a child's murder in Field of Blood(2005)-Meehan soon realizes that everyone from the Scottish police to the IRA is intent on keeping the motive for Terry's death a secret. When Terry's colleague is killed and her own young son is threatened, Meehan knows she must uncover the men responsible before she becomes their next victim. This gripping read, with its intricate plotting and realistic regional dialogue, will leave even the most astute reader guessing until the end. (Feb.)

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Paddy Meehan (Dead Hour) is one of the most fascinating female characters in contemporary crime fiction. A foul-mouthed, hot-headed, fiercely loyal, and perennially overweight 27 year old, Paddy gives as good as she gets in the rough-and-tumble, mostly male world of Glasgow journalism. As Mina's new thriller opens, things are looking pretty good for Paddy. She writes a popular weekly column for the Daily News. With her five-year-old son, Peter, she has finally moved out of her family home into an apartment with her friend Dub McKenzie. Then police come to her door to tell her that her ex-boyfriend, Terry Hewitt, has been murdered. Terry's killing looks like an IRA hit, but the IRA denies responsibility. As Paddy begins to investigate, she discovers a secret that might put her and her loved ones in danger. Secondary threads having to do with friends and family threaten at times to upstage the main plotline, but the whole novel is so engrossing that it hardly matters. Highly recommended. [See Prepub Alert, LJ10/15/07.]
—Jane la Plante

Entertainment Weekly
"Watching Paddy careen around downtown Glasgow in too-tight skirts, dress down sinister thugs in pubs, and enjoy a more robust love life than tubby women in literature are usually permitted is entertainment enough."
Boston Globe
"What makes this book so compelling [is] the way Mina brings Paddy and her world to life, building classic mystery tension without sacrificing personal detail. In all her insecurity, Paddy is achingly real...and Mina's note-perfect writing captures Paddy's voice dead-on."
Janet Maslin - New York Times
"Denise Mina has made Paddy smart, feisty, hot-blooded, and guilt-stricken, a riveting creature of her time and place.... Paddy is immensely likeable....Like the star of any foolproof crime franchise, she has become an old friend "
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"Denise Mina has made Paddy smart, feisty, hot-blooded, and guilt-stricken, a riveting creature of her time and place.... Paddy is immensely likeable....Like the star of any foolproof crime franchise, she has become an old friend "
Janet Maslin, New York Times

"Watching Paddy careen around downtown Glasgow in too-tight skirts, dress down sinister thugs in pubs, and enjoy a more robust love life than tubby women in literature are usually permitted is entertainment enough."—Entertainment Weekly

"What makes this book so compelling [is] the way Mina brings Paddy and her world to life, building classic mystery tension without sacrificing personal detail. In all her insecurity, Paddy is achingly real...and Mina's note-perfect writing captures Paddy's voice dead-on."—Boston Globe

The Barnes & Noble Review
Denise Mina has gathered accolades both for her Garnethill mysteries -- set in the surprisingly affecting atmosphere of a shabby Glasgow suburb -- and her more recent series centered around Paddy Meehan, a tough and chunky crime journalist who can't stop eating anything fattening in sight or getting involved in the cases he covers. Her fourth in the string, A Slip of the Knife, is possibly her best effort to date, establishing the author on the top rung of the suspense ladder, alongside Ruth Rendell, Minette Walters and P. D. James. A large part of the novel's power comes from the way Mina handles Paddy's (and her own) hometown. Describing the Glasgow City Mortuary, she says, "Built in red brick, it had windows on either side of a deep doorway like a punched-in nose." Paddy has been called to the mortuary to identify the body of her former boyfriend, reporter Terry Hewitt, found hooded and shot through the head -- the classic marks of an IRA killing, although they deny any involvement. Then, to Meehan's surprise, she discovers that Hewitt has left her his house in the country and all his notes. Things have been going well for Paddy: the single mother has finally moved out of her family home and has traded the daily crime game for a weekly column. But Terry's death makes her put her own life and that of her five-year-old son in serious danger as she digs deeper into its murky implications. Though there are those long-running mystery icons in danger of wearing out their welcome, readers will find Mina going from strength to strength. --Richard Adler
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780316015585
  • Publisher: Little, Brown and Company
  • Publication date: 2/13/2008
  • Series: Paddy Meehan Series , #3
  • Pages: 352
  • Product dimensions: 6.20 (w) x 9.30 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

Denise Mina

Denise Mina is the author of The Dead Hour, Field of Blood, Deception, and the Garnethill trilogy, the first installment of which won her the John Creasey Memorial Prize for best first crime novel. She lives in Glasgow.

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Slip of the Knife

A Novel
By Mina, Denise

Back Bay Books

Copyright © 2010 Mina, Denise
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780316015608

ONE

NAKED

1990

Terry Hewitt had never been as afraid as he was now. It was being naked that terrified him. He was stripped of all identifying marks, untraceable, ready for his grave.

Terry had been arrested in Chile, seen a woman necklaced in Soweto, stood on the edge of a riot in Port-au-Prince, but here, lying naked in a shuddering car boot, heading into the dark outskirts of Glasgow, he was paralyzed with fear.

Whimpering, his knees tight against his chin, he was aware of how hopelessly exposed he was. He couldn’t even cup himself: his hands were bound behind his back, his wrists swelling around the tight binding. The plastic sheet beneath him was scalding his skin. A rough sacking hood over his head restricted his breathing and tiny fibers found their way to the moist back of his throat, making him gag.

The muscles on his neck hurt from the throttlehold that had made him pass out; his eyes ached where blood vessels had burst.

The attack had come from behind as he stood alone and half drunk on his front step.

It had been a good night until then: the celebration of a book deal. The advance from the publisher hardly covered his and Kevin’s expenses but a big book of glossy photos and text was expensive to produce. It was Kevin Hatcher’s suggestion to cash the entire two-hundred check and take it to the casino, and they had worn their least-crumpled suits, worried that they might not be smart enough to get in.

In the event they were overdressed. It was a Thursday night so the other gamblers were serious players wearing minimum swank to get through the door, scuffed leather shoes, jackets that had seen better days. A couple of Chinese women wore faded silk jackets and sat stone-faced, uplit from the tables, their eyes fixed on the dealer’s hands at all times, making swift plays. No one celebrated a win with a grin and a cheer the way Kevin and Terry did. Real players met a win with an anxious gesture, a straightening of their chip stack, eyes searching for the next move.

Terry and Kevin were obvious tourists. Terry drank whisley and Coke, Kevin sipped his lemonade. They lost for a while and then showed their lack of courage by stopping after a big win. They were four quid up on the two hundred. They bought a dried-out Havana cigar from the bar, smoked it between them, and stayed on, watching the serious players concentrate on the turn of the numbers, willing fate to favor them.

Lying in the boot, Terry now remembered the sounds most vividly: standing shoulder to shoulder with Kevin as the dealers swept chinking piles of chips into black-velvet holes, unblinking players clacking their fresh hopes on the baize, the rattling turn of the wheel, the steady rhythm of loss.

Kevin had had several books published already but it was to be Terry’s first, the first tangible result he would have of his years of work. It would be something to put on the bookcase, a spine to finger when his confidence and commitment were low, better than a box of yellowing newspaper clippings.

The warm camaraderie of the night had clung to Terry as he stood on the doorstep to his close, swaying slightly and fitting the key. The only warning that anything was amiss was a smell, an unlikely breath, stale, smoky, brushing his left ear. Then the elbow suddenly tight around his neck, pressing on his carotid artery. White bursts of light flashed in his eyes in the seconds it took for him to pass out.

When he came to he was in the boot, bewildered as to who had kidnapped him or why. The first thing he thought of was Kevin—maybe Kevin was playing a mad joke—but Kevin would never, ever have taken Terry’s clothes off. Being naked meant it was serious.

Looking for a motive for the attack, he ran through the casino night. He didn’t have the money, Kevin had the money. Even if Terry’d had the cash the guy had a car, a big car judging from the size of the boot, and two hundred quid wasn’t enough to kill for. He trawled his past for clues. In the last two years he had been in Angola, Liberia, Lebanon, New York, Glasgow. But he was a seasoned journalist, an observer, never participating or intervening, however much he wanted to. No conflict would be changed by taking him out.

But someone was going to take him out. And no one was coming to help him.

Terry remembered a fifteen-year-old prisoner of war, blinking at the scorching midday Angolan sun, a boy with navy blue skin, his pale brown eyes heavy with terror, exhausted. He had trailed passively along the dusty forest road towards his execution, saving his killers the trouble of cleaning his body from an inconvenient floor. Terry watched him kneel before a gun barrel, eyes darting around behind his executioner, looking for an intervention in the second the bullet left the barrel. Terry had interviewed Holocaust survivors, heard how they had hoped in the cattle trucks, knew they were headed for the death camps but hoped they weren’t and so waited.

Assassins depend on that hope, he knew that. Hope was the assassin’s accomplice.

He wasn’t going to trail down a dusty forest road and kneel passively before a gun barrel. He would forgo hope, face the truth and formulate a plan, find a moment he could exploit.

He took three deep breaths, holding them in to slow his heart rate.

There was no talking in the cabin of the car and no radio or tape was playing. It had to be one man, just the driver who had throttled him. Let it be one man.

He rehearsed the end of the journey: car stops, the lone captor opens the boot and makes Terry climb out, shuts the boot—an open boot on an abandoned car would attract curiosity, might look as if it had broken down and needed help—and leads Terry to where he wants the body to be found. And then the shot.

Terry felt the press at his temple, an indent from the bullet tip, heard the drop of his body to the ground, saw a puff of dry red African dust rise over him. He forced himself to breathe in again, slowing his pulse.

Shutting the boot: that was the moment. It was the only point when his captor’s attention would be deflected. If Terry was on his feet he could shuffle backwards, away from the car, so the man would have to move in front of him to reach around to the boot hood. Then, with a bit of distance, Terry could throw his weight against the man’s back, shove him or knock him over, land on him, try to really hurt him. He wouldn’t be expecting resistance if Terry acted passive, if he cried and tried to bargain.

He thought his way through the graceless climb out onto the ground, felt the cold road beneath his bare feet, the night air on his clammy, damp skin. He wiggled his hips, rehearsing the backwards stagger; he’d act as if he was unsteady from the journey.

Beneath him, the car took a gentle turn onto a new road surface, and the noise from the wheels changed to a crunch. Tarmac, soft from the warm day, with small stones pressed in. They were coming to the end of the journey.

Getting ready, Terry remembered why he wanted to live and immediately saw Paddy Meehan’s face. She was luminous, touching her fingertips to her long neck, flushing at a compliment. Since they had known each other, from when they were both in their late teens right up until now, Paddy had been an innocent. She had no idea how beautiful she was. And she was fearless, didn’t know all the things there were in the world to be afraid of, all the things he’d seen. Hunger and anger and civil war had passed her by. She worried about her mum and her sisters, fought with her brothers, held a small family together at the expense of everything in her life because she didn’t know she could do otherwise. If Terry drifted through the world, belonging nowhere, Paddy was tethered to her small place by connections as deep as her arteries.

He was sliding slowly to the back of the car, the rough road surface articulated through the metal: the car was slowing down. The moment of opening the boot. Three steps at most. No more. Act frightened, cry.

His ear was pressed to the floor and he heard the roar of his own hot blood. He began to sweat.

The car drew softly to the side of the road and stopped. The engine cut out. Through the quiet night Terry heard a whisper of breeze skim the bonnet, the chuckle of a burn. A ditch. There would be a ditch nearby if there was a burn. That was where he was meant to die.

The driver’s door clicked open. A foot hit the gravel at the side of the road, a pause, and then another. He was stiff, perhaps from driving; perhaps he was old. It was good anyway.

Footsteps down the side of the car, not slow but not in a hurry. He might be reluctant, more likely just tired. Feet scrunched into place behind the boot.

Keys chinking, one selected and the scratch of metal into metal. The mechanism clicked.

The boot sprang open; blue-white moonlight filtered through the weave of the sacking to flood Terry’s eyes, making him shut them tight. He forced himself to open them again and took a deep breath, feeling the eyes of his captor on his bare back. Act passive.

A cold, clammy hand grabbed his upper arm, tugging at him to roll over.

“Out.”

“Look, I’m Terry Hewitt. You’ve got the wrong man. I’m a journalist.”

“Out.”

Terry curled tighter over his knees. “Please, for the love of God…” He was glad his face was covered: he was never a good liar. “Don’t kill me. You can’t. I’m a journalist, for Christ sake.”

The cold muzzle of a pistol pressed into his neck. “Get the feck out.”

He sat up unsteadily, banging his head on the inside of the boot, the car swaying slightly beneath his weight. “Please, please don’t do this. My mother… she’s very old.”

Gun still tight against his jugular, his captor leaned into his face. Terry could smell the breath, still smoky but fresh now, not stale as it had been outside his front door. “Your mammy and daddy died ten years ago. Get out.”

“You know me?”

No answer.

“How do you know me?”

The pistol pressed tighter against the soft skin on his neck. “Out.”

Disconcerted, Terry shuffled his naked bum around the boot until he was facing out and dropped his feet over the edge to the ground.

“Hurry.”

“Sorry.” Terry sniffed his dry nose. “I’m sorry. Whatever I’ve done, I’m sorry.”

“Out.”

Terry kept his face to the man. He knew it was harder to kill someone if they were facing you, breathing on you. Even the most hardened assassin asked his victims to turn away.

One bare foot found the rough stones, then the other, and he stood up. Giving a whimper for cover, he staggered, caught his weight, shuffled a step. He was a foot and a half away from the car, he thought, far enough to use his weight against the man’s back.

The pistol pressed a kiss into his neck and left.

Gladness and hope flared in his chest. Terry took a deep breath, adrenaline pulsing through him, fingers tingling with excitement. He listened for the shift of the feet, for the step to close the boot.

He didn’t feel the muzzle on his temple because it wasn’t touching him. He didn’t hear the cold metal crack of the pistol shot as it ripped the thick night air and echoed across muddy fields.

Sharp black gravel scattered where his body fell.

The man looked down, saw the eager rush of blood pool under the sacking, watched it seep into the soil.

Judging him dead, he put a foot on Terry’s hip and pushed, rolling the naked body into the ditch by the side of the road.

Terry’s corpse splashed into the trickling stream. One meaty arm flailed out to the side, the moonlight catching a silver stretch mark underneath. Fingers flexed, twitched into a loose fist, then flowered gracefully open.

His killer reached for his packet of cigarettes, thought better of it, and dropped his hand to his side. He was tired.

The warm summer breeze tickled the tips of the grass on the verge. In the dark field beyond, a small brown bird rose screaming from the ground, circled, and flew away towards the yellow lights of a cottage on the distant hillside.

Terry’s corpse relaxed in the watery ditch. For the briefest of moments a white thigh dammed the stream, pooling it into a miniature lake, until it found a path across his groin, over his hip, and continued its passage to the sea.

Terry Hewitt’s corpse began the long melt back into the earth, and the world went on.



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  • Posted May 7, 2010

    Denise Mina Rocks

    Once I discovered Denise Mina I have read everything she has written and I anxiously wait for new books from her.

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  • Posted April 9, 2010

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    Gritty...

    stumbled across Denise Mina as an author years ago when I picked up her first novel Garnethill.

    Her gritty style captured me then and Slip of the Knife just confirms why I enjoyed it so much.

    Paddy Meehan is a female reporter in Glasgow, Scotland. When her ex boyfriend Terry is found shot execution style, she mourns his passing. She is stunned to find out he has left her his house and a folder full of notes - he was also a reporter. As she digs further into his death, it looks like The Troubles have a part in his passing. How far will Paddy go to find the truth - especially after her son is threatened.

    There is so much more to the plot than just that brief overview. The subplots involving Paddy's troubled personal life, her family and friends are just as fascinating. Meehan is a recurring character who is overweight, cantankerous, loyal and dogged. She is a wonderful protagonist simply because she is so far from a 'perfect' character.

    Mina's writing is gritty and real. Her descriptions and conversations leap off the page. She has a sly sense of humour, often injected when least expected. Historical fact is carefully woven into fiction.

    Absolutely recommended!

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  • Posted March 25, 2009

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    Paddy is wonderful!

    I have enjoyed the entire Paddy Meehan series. The stories are unpredictable and absorbing and the characters ring true. The people in the stories are real people with real foibles and imperfections which I found very refreshing.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 18, 2008

    Gloomy and Dull

    I was looking forward to this novel since I had not read any of Mina's previous books. But was disappointed from the first page. I don't enjoy books written in the language of another country, even if it is English. Too many slang words specific to that region. I simply could not get interested in Paddy's problems. And she certainly had a boatload of them. Before and after Terry's death. If you must read this novel, get it from the library.

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