Spider Trap (Brock and Kolla Series #9) [NOOK Book]

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When human bones are discovered in Cockpit Lane, a poor area of inner south London, D.C.I. David Brock and D.S. Kathy Kolla of Scotland Yard are called in to investigate. The first twist in the case comes when Brock and Kolla learn that the victims died over twenty years ago, during the Brixton riots, information that leads the two of them on a dangerous journey into the heart of the West Indian community in London. Making matters worse, a formidable old antagonist, Spider ...
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Overview


When human bones are discovered in Cockpit Lane, a poor area of inner south London, D.C.I. David Brock and D.S. Kathy Kolla of Scotland Yard are called in to investigate. The first twist in the case comes when Brock and Kolla learn that the victims died over twenty years ago, during the Brixton riots, information that leads the two of them on a dangerous journey into the heart of the West Indian community in London. Making matters worse, a formidable old antagonist, Spider Roach, returns, weaving together past and present in an intricate web of deception and intrigue. Now the two have to uncover the truth of those long ago deaths, and be able to prove it with a crucial piece of evidence, in order to prevent the violence of the past from revisiting itself on them.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly

This gripping and complex ninth installment of Maitland's Brock and Kolla series (after 2006's No Trace) ties past and present in London's West Indian community. After the bodies of two young girls are found in South London, both shot through the head, media attention precipitates a Scotland Yard investigation. A schoolboy exploring a deserted Brixton rail yard uncovers three unidentified bodies shot with the same gun some 24 years before, at a time of civil unrest and riots. Det. Sgt. Kathy Kolla investigates the girls' murders, while DCI David Brock feels compelled to follow the slim leads to the past as the investigation widens to include an agent from Special Branch and aging ex-con "Spider" Roach. Some of Spider's family and associates have risen to wealth and prominence, and Brock's queries run up against a suspicious number of walls. Though character development is somewhat lacking, the intricate plot, spot-on dialogue and vivid descriptions will keep readers turning the pages. (Oct.)

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Library Journal

When human bones dating from a riot 20 years ago are found in a poor section of London, Detective Chief Inspector David Brock and Detective Sargeant Kathy Kolla (No Trace) are called in to investigate and get drawn into the West Indian community. Then their old nemesis, Spider Roach, returns, and the duo faces an onslaught of danger that culminates in the nerve-wracking final pages. For readers of Quintin Jardine and those who remember J.J. Marric (aka John Creasey). Maitland lives in Australia. [See Mystery Prepub, LJ6/1/07.]


—Jo Ann Vicarel
Kirkus Reviews
A schoolboy's grisly discovery in South London takes DCI David Brock on a most unsentimental journey into a case he fumbled long ago. After a pair of shoplifting drug addicts with long arrest jackets are found executed in a garage at the end of Cockpit Lane, nerdy Adam Nightingale can't resist boosting his status in school by searching the area for a mysterious something he calls Brown Bread. As it happens, he finds something even more spectacular: a jawbone from a human skull-one of two that Brock's Major Inquiry Team finds buried at the site. (The third skeleton lacks even a skull.) When a telltale clue dates the three earlier murders to the night of the 1981 Brixton Riots, Brock dreams of revisiting his 25-year-old failure to jail crime lord Edward "Spider" Roach and the three sons who've inherited the family business by implicating them in the murders. But the Roaches are as slippery as Martin Connell, the ex-lover of DS Kathy Kolla who's defending them. Every strike against them, whether it's spearheaded by Brock or by Kathy's latest beau, loose-cannon Special Services DI Tom Reeves, backfires, leaving the Metropolitan Branch and a crusading Jamaican-born MP covered with mud. The case looks hopeless unless Spider and Sons somehow overreach themselves . . . Though Maitland (No Trace, 2006, etc.) is never less than sensitive and professional, Brock and Kolla's delayed-action ninth case is their most routine.
From the Publisher
"Gripping and complex ... the intricate plot, spot-on dialogue and vivid descriptions will keep readers turning the pages." — Publishers Weekly on Spider Trap

“Gripping…Maitland 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.” – Publishers Weekly on No Trace

“A craft and well-crafted showpiece of the genre…Altogether an intricate and maze-like tale well told and well worth the telling.” – Los Angeles Times Book Review on The Chalon Heads

“Maitland, perhaps the most underrated writer in the field, puts it all together – a memorably twisty plot, cut-and-thrust investigation, unsparing forensics, psychological penetration – in the complete mystery package.” – Kirkus Reviews (starred review) on No Trace

“As a procedural, it is first-rate; as a crime thriller, it is compelling; and as a reflection of of contemporary life, it is fascinating.” – Dallas Morning News on Silvermeadow

“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.” – Library Journal on No Trace

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781429949330
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 10/2/2007
  • Series: Brock and Kolla Series , #9
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 144,348
  • File size: 346 KB

Meet the Author


Barry Maitland is the author of several previous 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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Spider Trap
ONESNOW BEGAN TO FALL over the city late on Thursday night, in mean little flakes at first, but then in plump silent gobbets. By dawn, when the security guard reached the school at the end of Cockpit Lane, the whole of London lay under a muffling blanket of white. As he checked the gates and fences he noticed what looked like a fresh trail leading through the snow beside the empty garage building next door, as if something had been dragged from its rear door. He was very much inclined to ignore it, but the garage was technically part of the school premises, and there had been a spate of fires recently. Investigating, he found the door slightly ajar. Inside, his flashlight picked out two figures curled up together on the bare concrete floor. He took them for children and might have said they were asleep, except that it was far too cold to be lying like that without blankets. They didn't respond to his challenge, and he noticed a spatter of dark stains all around them on the floor. When he moved closer he made out plastic tape binding their wrists, and then the shocking wounds in the backs of their heads. 
 
THE MURDERS IN COCKPIT Lane might have passed without much public notice except that the victims were two young girls, only sixteen years old, both shot through the head. They had alsodied in the constituency of Michael Grant, member of Parliament for Lambeth North and a vigorous campaigner against crime in his inner South London community. The youngest black member of the House of Commons, Grant was a charismatic speaker whose compelling voice and handsome face were soon all over the media, describing the Cockpit Lane girls, Dana and Dee-Ann, as only the latest in a long series of tragic victims of, as he put it, an evil alliance of poverty, drugs, guns, and criminal business interests operating in the district.The press immediately dubbed the shootings a 'Yardie' massacre, despite police reservations about the use of the term, which implied the involvement of Jamaican immigrants. To the press it was Yardie because it was violent, guns and drugs were involved (crack cocaine was found in the girls' pockets), and both the victims and just about everyone else in the neighbourhood were of West Indian origin.By late afternoon, media interest in the tragedy had risen to such a pitch that Scotland Yard announced the formation of a Major Inquiry Team, led by Detective Chief Inspector David Brock and officers from Homicide Command, together with local detectives. They would be supported by members of the Operation Trident squad, which had been established some years earlier to combat gun crime in London's black communities. 
 
BEYOND THE HISSING RADIATORS, through the tall windows of the upstairs classroom, Adam Nightingale could see over the back wall of the school playground to the dazzling white wasteland beyond, across which the thin black lines of the railway tracks traced a sweeping curve. On seeing the snow, his mother's first words that morning had been, 'That's it, Adam, we're goin' back to Jamaica.' They wouldn't, of course. She always said that when it snowed, but he thought it was magic.The class was unsettled, whispering and passing notes. Whenthey'd arrived for school that morning they'd been met by the sight of ambulances and police cars blocking the Lane. They'd stood in huddled groups, lit by the strobing lights, straining to catch the squawk of the police radios. Gradually a little information had rippled through the excited mob, just enough to breed rumours and questions. Were the girls from Camberwell Secondary? Had they been raped? Throughout the morning, classes had been distracted by the sirens and the helicopters. When the bell rang for their lunchbreak, they'd rushed out into the street, hung around the police barrier and pestered the cops asking questions in the Cockpit Lane street market and searching the alleyways and backyards.There were many empty seats when school started again in the afternoon, and the teachers struggled against the mood of distracted restlessness. Adam felt the horrible excitement more than anyone. It ate away at him and made him feel almost physically ill. He had his own ideas about what had really happened, but as usual no one was interested in what he had to say. It was the guns that fascinated them most and there had been much technical discussion about Uzis and Mach 10s, Brownings and Glocks, but the others only scoffed when he offered his opinions. He felt as if he might literally explode with frustration at the familiar sense of insignificance, of being excluded.Mr Pemberton was oblivious to it all. He was drawing a graph on the board, a sweeping curve just like that of the rail line. A parabola, he said. Nobody paid any attention.The train tracks formed one curving side of a triangle of railway land bordered by the school wall and by the back fences of the warehouses along Mafeking Road. The walls and fences were too high to climb, and so this inaccessible little bit of wilderness in the middle of crowded inner London had become an island of mystery to the kids of Camberwell Secondary. There were stories of valuable things buried there, of stolen goods thrown from trains, and of strange animals in hidden lairs. Adam's mind oftenturned to these stories when he lay alone in bed at night, imagining himself a hero, penetrating the mysterious triangle and making a stupendous discovery.Now the coppers were on the railway land, searching with sticks and metal detectors along the border against the school and garage where the girls were found. They must be looking for the killer's gun, Adam thought, possibly thrown over the back wall. The sight of them filled him with anguish. Suppose those probing sticks, those powerful detectors, found something else, another prize, the great prize--his prize.A train came rumbling around the bend from the Elephant and Castle direction, giving off vivid flashes of blue light where snow had drifted across the electric rail. In his nightly imaginings Adam had worked out a way of getting onto the triangle, in theory. In theory, because it would mean approaching from the other side of the tracks, and stepping over the high voltage electric rails that powered the trains. Adam shivered at the thought of that, imagining the treasure hunter turned to a cinder in a flash of blue.Pemberton droned on, writing a formula with his squeaky marker, y = ax2 + b, as if he could reduce the curve of the tracks, smooth and dangerous, to a few symbols on a board. From his desk by the window, Adam peered through his glasses at the undulating white landscape and was almost sure that he could make out the faint lines of fox trails converging on a darker patch, far beyond where the coppers were searching. He'd first spotted the foxes during a boring English lesson last year. This morning they'd have woken to find the entrance to their hide covered in snow, and if they'd dug themselves out and gone foraging they'd have left tracks that a hunter could follow back to their den, and to the trophies they might have hidden there, including, perhaps, the great prize. With a little glow he imagined the kudos, the respect, that would come to anyone who retrieved it. In his head he traced each stage of the journey he must make to reach it, replaying the various difficulties and the final triumph. He also imagined the awful possibility that the coppers would find it first. By the time themaths lesson came to an end, Adam had reached a decision. He couldn't put it off. This was a day of awesome events. This time he would really have to do it.He considered asking Jerry, his only real friend, to come along as a witness. But Jerry was clumsy, with big awkward feet. If you could picture anyone tripping over the third rail and going up in a ball of blue flame, it would be Jerry. So Adam decided to go alone, that afternoon, as soon as the cops had left.When school finished Adam ignored the crowd gathering at the police tapes and hurried away down Cockpit Lane towards the footbridge over the railway. From up there he could see the straggling line of coppers leaving for the night, making their way back to the opening they'd made in the back fence to the Mafeking Road warehouses. Worried about the fading light, he ran across the bridge and up the lane on the other side until he found the gap he'd spotted in the fence, hidden now by a drift of snow so deep that he almost had to dig a tunnel to get to the other side. Then he was through, in forbidden territory, at the top of the railway embankment. Plunging down, he was shocked by the depth of the soft snow, up to his hips in places. When he reached the bottom he crouched for a while behind a clump of bushes, out of sight of a group of kids crossing on the footbridge. His heart was pounding, his body steaming inside his parka, his legs and feet soaking.He waited until the footbridge was deserted and there was no sound of trains, then stood up straight and advanced across the ballast, stepping cleanly over the rails, one after the other. He was across. Exhilarated, he hurried on to the corner of the mysterious triangle, reaching it just in time to crouch at the bottom of the school wall as a train roared past. Ahead of him he could make out the hillock of snow he had seen from Mr Pemberton's classroom, beyond which lay the fox trails. He made for it, falling flat as the snow collapsed into the mounds of dead bracken beneath. His glasses fell off and he groped blindly in panic until he found them and hauled himself upright and struggled on. There werethe trails--paw prints--plain as anything, and the sweep of an animal's tail across the surface. He reached the dark patch where they converged, and at first he was disappointed, seeing the snow scraped away to reveal a few twigs half-buried in the hard ground. But when he looked more closely he felt a rush of blood to his face. It wasn't what he'd been looking for, but in its way it was a treasure even more fantastic. He grabbed hold of it, wrenched it from the ground, and stuffed it into his jacket pocket.He wanted to go on, but the light was fading fast and he was trembling now with the cold. He had his prize, something that none of them could ignore, and it was enough. He turned and laboured back along the furrow he'd made towards the place where he'd crossed the railway tracks. There he paused to listen, his glasses misting up on his nose, then stepped carefully across the first steel rail, then the second. As he was about to cross the third, he was startled by a man's shout from the footbridge overhead. 'Oi!' He froze for a moment, and his foot wavered over the electric rail, raised up on its ceramic insulators. A wet fold of cloth brushed its surface, and a great blow slammed Adam to the ground.SPIDER TRAP. Copyright © 2006 by Barry Maitland. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews. For information, address St. Martin's Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10010.
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    In the West Indian section of South London, someone assassinates gangland style two young girls. Both shot in the head, the vicious killing shakes up the city as the media goes on a feeding frenzy with the image of the deaths of innocence. --- The brass of New Scotland Yard knows the homicides require they provide a major investigation not so much to solve the insidious killings and bring their predator to justice, but more politically needed to quiet the noisy press and to calm upset citizens. Adding to the chaotic fears, a schoolboy finds the remains of three corpses in an abandoned Brixton rail yard they have been dead for almost a quarter of a century. Ballistics affirms that the gun used then is the same weapon that recently was used to kill the girls. Detective Sargent. Kathy Kolla investigates the present day murders while Detective Chief Inspector David Brock works on the twenty-four years old homicides. --- Although the suspects (yesterday and today) seem as lifeless as the corpses, the latest Kolla-Brock police procedural is an entertaining whodunit. The dual investigations are fun to follow as they share a murder weapon but seemingly little else. Fans will enjoy the inquiries made by the two cops whose separate investigations begin to intertwine. --- Harriet Klausner

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