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A notice announcing that Harry Devlin died suddenly on Midsummers Eve arrives at the office of his law firm one June day. Harry isnt happy to read it especially as Midsummers Eve is less than a week away. His partner Jim Crusoe treats the message as a joke, but Harry isnt so sure. From that moment on, his world starts to fall apart. Who is his unknown enemy? The list of people who might want rid of him lengthens, and soon someone close to him is savagely attacked and left for dead. Meanwhile, young women are being murdered in Harrys home city of Liverpool. When a friend who has asked to meet him becomes the latest victim, Harry is dragged into the investigation and becomes a suspect. He finds himself fighting for survival on two fronts. But even as he unravels the shocking secret behind the murders, the clock keeps ticking. Harry must discover and confront the enemy who wants him dead - if he is to live to see Midsummers Day. An atmospheric, fast-moving and intricate thriller, Waterloo Sunset features in Harry Devlin one of modern crime fictions most memorable amateur detectives in the deadliest case of his life.

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At the start of the impressive eighth entry in Edwards's Harry Devlin series (All the Lonely People, etc.), the Liverpool attorney receives a fake newspaper notice announcing his death on Midsummer's Eve. Subsequent threatening messages lead him to take the less-than-a-week deadline seriously. Given Devlin's penchant for sticking his nose where it doesn't belong, many people bear him murderous grudges. Devlin focuses on two suspects-Tom Gunter, a violent thug and a former client, and Aled Borth, a loner angered that the lawyer's best efforts didn't result in a charge of murder being brought against the nursing home where Borth's mother died. The addition of a serial killer who severs his victim's tongues might have proven too much for the plot to bear in a lesser writer's hands, but Edwards skillfully weaves the strands together. While some readers will guess the truth before Devlin does, all will enjoy this twisty whodunit. (Apr.)

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After three Lake District mysteries (The Cipher Garden), Edwards returns to his original series featuring Liverpool lawyer Harry Devlin with this eighth entry (after All the Lonely People). Someone is murdering young women, and Harry receives warning of his own impending demise, which gives him a few days to discover who wants him dead. The two mysteries come together with Harry squarely in the middle and characteristically unusual results (Edwards never writes the same book twice; both his plotting and settings are original). If the solution is a bit rabbit-out-of-the-hat, the book is still perfect for an evening's entertainment. For most mystery collections.


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Welcome to your new offices. You're going to die within the week. No sooner are Liverpool solicitors Harry Devlin and Jim Crusoe settled in their posh new premises in John Newton House than a letter arrives announcing Harry's death on Midsummer's Eve. Though the date is less than a week away, Jim's inclined to treat the mailing as a prank. Potential target Harry (Eve of Destruction, 1998, etc.) is appearing on behalf of Aled Borth, a client convinced his mother was slipped a fatal dose of morphine by Dr. Malachy Needham, the nursing-home owner she left £10,000. And Harry's soon pulled into the death of aspiring model Denise Onuoha, who proves to be only the first escort with the upscale firm of Cultural Companions to be strangled and have her tongue cut out. What to make of the fact that Casper May, the developer ex-husband of Harry's former lover Juliet, owns not only John Newton House but a half-interest in Cultural Companions along with the good Dr. Needham? Harry's game attempts to focus on the slain escorts are shaken when the threatening mailings announcing his own death continue-and his partner is attacked. Edwards, ever the professional (The Arsenic Labyrinth, 2007, etc.), plots densely but lucidly and includes a surprisingly logical killer whose motive is perhaps just a mite obscure. Agent: Mandy Little/Watson Little Ltd
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At the start of the impressive eighth entry in Edwards?'s Harry Devlin series (/All the Lonely People/, etc.), the Liverpool attorney receives a fake newspaper notice announcing his death on Midsummer?'s Eve. Subsequent threatening messages lead him to take the less-than-a-week deadline seriously. Given Devlin?'s penchant for sticking his nose where it doesn??t belong, many people bear him murderous grudges. Devlin focuses on two suspects??Tom Gunter, a violent thug and a former client, and Aled Borth, a loner angered that the lawyer?'s best efforts didn??t result in a charge of murder being brought against the nursing home where Borth?'s mother died. The addition of a serial killer who severs his victim?'s tongues might have proven too much for the plot to bear in a lesser writer?'s hands, but Edwards skillfully weaves the strands together. While some readers will guess the truth before Devlin does, all will enjoy this twisty whodunit. — Publishers Weekly (12/24/2007)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781590584415
  • Publisher: Poisoned Pen Press
  • Publication date: 4/28/2008
  • Series: Harry Devlin Series , #8
  • Pages: 318
  • Product dimensions: 5.70 (w) x 8.50 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

The first of Martins eight novels, All the Lonely People, was nominated for the CWAs John Creasey Memorial Dagger and introduced lawyer Harry Devlin. Martin has also written a stand-alone, Take My Breath Away, and completed The Lazarus Widow by the late Bill Knox. His short stories are collected in Where Do You Find Your Ideas? and he has edited 14 anthologies. His ten non-fiction books include Urge to Kill, a study of homicide investigation. He has contributed many essays to reference books such as The Oxford Companion to Crime and Mystery Writing. The author lives in Great Britain.

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Waterloo Sunset


By Martin Edwards

Poisoned Pen Press

Copyright © 2008 Martin Edwards
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-59058-441-5


Chapter One

Harry Devlin stared at the announcement of his death.

The sheet of paper came from an envelope bearing his name. No covering note, no explanation. He turned it all around and upside down, feeling like a volunteer confronted by a stage illusion. No clues leapt out, no hint of the author's identity. Nothing but those stark words in between the black borders.

His brow furrowed. Not even 'In Loving Memory'.

The sun sneaked behind a cloud, and his swish new office slumped into shadow. A fortnight in, he still didn't feel at home. The room reeked of paint, the comfort cooling dried his throat and the computer's state-of-the-art hum set his teeth on edge. It might be healthier to crowbar a window open and inhale exhaust fumes wafting up from the Strand.

He swallowed a mouthful of black coffee from a mug that insisted Old Lawyers Never Die—They Just Lose Their Appeal. On his way back from court, he'd stopped off to down a couple of pints of Cain's after a torrid morning before the magistrates, trying to make crime pay. If his head swam, blame strong ale on an empty stomach, not a weird anonymous message.

A hoax, it had to be. He had nothing to fear.

And Midsummer's Eve, what was all that about? He glanced at the desk calendar; a gift from a client who owned a funeral parlour. One page for each day of the year, accompanied by a motto in Gothic script above a logo of a setting sun.

Change your thoughts and you change your world.

Monday 18 June. Not quite Midsummer.

He'd fed the envelope into the jaw of a tall box marked 'For Shredding and Recycling—Guaranteed Secure, Environmentally Friendly and Confidential'. A child of two could have taken off the lid. He reached down, as if into a lucky dip, and fished out his prize. A cheap, crumpled envelope, bearing his name in bold type. No stamp, no postmark. It hadn't been sent by the solicitors' document exchange. Hand delivery, must be.

The puzzle provoked him. Someone had invaded his life, and he wanted to find out who, and why.

He grabbed the sheet, and raced down the corridor to an airy space with a welcome desk and chairs that squelched when you sat down. Double glazed windows looked out over the Parish Church gardens and city beyond. A slim woman in a uniform of green jacket and skirt was watering bamboos and weeping figs in pots of fired earth. He might have strayed into the Palm House at Sefton Park instead of Crusoe and Devlin's reception area.

The woman swung round to face him, flicking tendrils of dark hair out of her eyes. The leafy logo of Green and Pleasant Plant Care was embroidered on her jacket breast. Her cast of features spoke of Chinese origins, but her accent was born-and-bred Scouse.

'Posh new premises, Harry. How are things?'

'Good, thanks, Kay.' Her full name was Ka-Yu Cheung, but she preferred Kay. 'And you?'

Her cautious smile revealed perfect teeth. She said she was fine, and he thought she was about to ask a question, but a glance at the woman behind the desk seemed to change her mind. The receptionist had frizzed blonde hair, a solarium tan and the pout of a spoilt child. Her nose was stuck in a dog-eared Danielle Steel and she didn't favour Harry with a glance until he spoke to her.

'Suzanne, that letter I picked up when I came back from court.' He nodded towards an alcove where the post trays squatted. 'Who brought it in?'

The receptionist sighed, a low gust of patience tried beyond endurance, and book-marked the paperback with her nail file. She screwed up her face in a dumb-show of brain-racking before the inevitable admission of defeat.

'Haven't a clue.'

'It wasn't with the rest of the morning mail. Someone must have delivered it specially.'

'I'm only just back from my break.' A mutinous note crept into her voice. 'People are always coming and going. Juniors with files, folk filling up the water cooler, tradesmen hammering so loud you can't hear yourself think. I might as well be sat on a traffic island in the middle of Lime Street. This isn't like the old building, you know.'

Harry glanced outside. The windows in their last office had been encrusted with grime, so that the city outside was tinted sepia, like an Edwardian photograph in a dusty junk shop. Now the glitzy hotels and apartment blocks of twenty-first century Liverpool shimmered like a mirage in the summer light. Cranes swivelled like sentinels, and drills roared as they churned up paving stones. He'd lived here all his life, yet sometimes he lost his bearings amid the road-works and the fenced-off sites, with their hard-hat signs and blood-red warnings to put safety first.

'No,' he said, 'it's not the same.'

A gawky figure in St Nicholas Gardens caught his eye. Wasn't that Tom Gunter? Tom was Kay's boyfriend. A skinny, dark-haired young man in a black tee shirt and jeans, his gait was energetic but jerky, as though a puppeteer dangled him on twisted strings.

'Are you all right?' Kay asked.

In Kay's eyes, Tom could do no wrong. He might be moody, but he was misunderstood. A year ago, he'd been charged with stabbing a neighbour to death and Kay persuaded him to ask Harry to conduct his defence. Trouble was, Harry suspected that Tom had stabbed the woman in a cocaine-fuelled rage when he tried it on with her and she'd said no. The psychiatric reports blathered on about anger management issues, and when Harry asked if he'd consider pleading to manslaughter, Tom flew into a temper and sacked him on the spot. He hired another lawyer with fewer scruples and more friends in the underworld, and within weeks the main witness for the prosecution withdrew her evidence. The case collapsed and Tom walked free. Even so, he was the sort to bear a grudge. Maybe he'd dropped in that cryptic note about Midsummer's Eve.

'I can see Tom down in the gardens.'

Kay bent to place the watering can on the floor, giving herself a few seconds to decide what to say.

'It's sunny for once, so this morning we walked into town together.'

'You walked?'

Last time he'd heard, they lived out in Halewood, miles away.

'We've ... we've moved to an apartment at the Marina.' The Marina? That wouldn't come cheap. She sounded embarrassed rather than proud and a flush came to her olive skin. Harry wondered if she knew about the note. He was seized by the urge to confront Tom, and find out if he'd written it. A spur of the moment decision, no time to stop and think. Best catch up with him before he vanished from sight. With a nod to Kay, Harry shimmied between a pair of palms and thumbed the lift button marked with a downward arrow.

'Harry ...'

As the receptionist leaned forward, ears pricking up, Kay's voice trailed away. Maybe she meant to warn him not to do anything rash. But it was too late to break the habit of a lifetime. Harry liked Kay. She had a blind spot about the man who shared her life, but her naivete was part of her charm. Even if Tom made trouble for him, it wasn't fair to drag her into it.

'Can I catch you later?'

'Yes, you're busy. I'll see you soon.'

As the lift doors closed, she turned to a yucca with leaves like scimitars. He leaned against the side of the carriage and rubbed his eyes. At one time, he could have downed a liquid lunch and felt none the worse. He contemplated his reflection in the mirror. A baffled face stared back at him.

Died suddenly?

* * *

The burly ex-docker who guarded the entrance foyer was deep in conversation with a wrinkled crony who resembled the late W.H. Auden. If a masked gunman ran into John Newton House, Harry rated the odds of his being spotted at evens.

With scant hope, he asked, 'Have you seen a feller in a black shirt go up to the fifth floor in the past hour?'

'Search me, mate.' The concierge shook his head in sorrow. He was an amiable man who was glad to help if it didn't cause him inconvenience. 'We get all sorts in and out of here, don't we?'

The crony clicked his false teeth by way of confirmation. An aroma of cod and vinegar clung to him; he was a fish and chip supper in human form.

'You know how it is, Harry. Hard to keep track.'

'Don't you issue everyone with visitor ID?'

'Run out of badges, mate. New office, landlord cutting corners. Bound to be a few glitches.'

Thanks for nothing. Harry headed through the side door and out into a small courtyard. A narrow pathway led in one direction through gardens stretching towards the lantern spire of the Parish Church, and in the other to the six-lane highway of the Strand. Harry checked the benches that faced the waterfront, and spotted his quarry.

Tom Gunter sat alone, scanning the horizon in a spaced-out way. His eyes were bloodshot and glazed. Harry strode over to the bench, the announcement of his demise squeezed between thumb and forefinger.

'Hey, Tom. Long time, no see.'

Tom Gunter gazed into nothingness, paid him no heed. Harry flourished the sheet under his nose.

'Did you write this?'

Tom blinked, like a time traveller adjusting to Planet Earth.

'Uh?'

'Midsummer's Eve,' Harry snapped. 'Sounds familiar?'

Tom bared his teeth. Spots of anger reddened the pale cheeks.

'What ... are you talking about?'

He sprang up and snatched the piece of paper from Harry's hand. He gave it a quick glance, then screwed it into a ball.

'Died suddenly? Is that right?'

He wasn't faking ignorance, there was no point. Besides, the message was enigmatic, and Tom didn't do enigmatic.

'If it's nothing to do with you, fine,' Harry said. 'My apologies, I'll see you around.'

A black Swiss army knife appeared in Tom Gunter's palm. It came from nowhere, flourished with a magician's sleight of hand. A small blade glinted in the sun.

'Bastard,' he said.

Harry gritted his teeth. People said he was too impulsive for a lawyer. One of these days, recklessness would be the death of him. But not today. Tom wasn't that stupid.

'Look, I made a mistake.'

'Dead right.'

Harry glanced around. A minute earlier, half a dozen people were strolling around the garden. Now they had disappeared, perhaps into the church to say a little prayer. They'd better put a good word in for him.

Tom Gunter stood up, caressing the blade as if it were a woman's cheek. Harry didn't move. He'd acted for enough criminals to know better than to give an inch. They often made threats they didn't mean to carry out.

'Put the knife away, Tom. No need for any grief.'

Tom's laugh was packed with scorn.

'No need for grief? Bit late for that. You have no ...'

His words were drowned by a peal of bells from the church tower. Three o'clock, there must be an afternoon service. At the same moment, a siren rang from the building on the other side of the iron railings that enclosed the garden. Within seconds, a swarm of men and women in business suits buzzed out of the canopied front door. A firm of stockbrokers, observing a fire drill.

Tom lunged forward and Harry lost his footing. He clutched at a black litter bin, but couldn't save himself from falling. The breath smashed out of his lungs as he hit the ground. Tom's shadow towered over him. Steel-tipped size ten boots loomed an inch from his forehead

This was Liverpool. Anything might happen.

Harry shut his eyes. His body was taut.

'Lucky for you I have to ...' Tom muttered. 'Next time..'

The boots clattered into the distance and when Harry looked, Tom was disappearing into Chapel Street. He hauled himself to his feet and limped over to pick up the screwed-up notice with the report of his death. The chattering stockbrokers took no notice; the grubby stains on his Marks and Spencer suit and scuffed shoes didn't mark him out as a prospective client of high net worth.

He shielded his eyes. The gardens were full of maritime arte-facts and memorials to people who died in the war. The church was dwarfed by the shiny towers of a new Liverpool that knew nothing of the past. Curvy glass buildings winked and preened in the sun, as if to say Do ya think I'm sexy?

He rubbed his hip. It felt tender, and tomorrow he would have a bruise. Otherwise, no harm done.

Still five days to go before Midsummer's Eve.

Chapter Two

'Did you get my message?'

Harry spun round as Wayne Saxelby clapped him on the shoulder at the entrance to the church gardens. Had Wayne written the note about Midsummer's Eve? He couldn't guess why a management consultant might foretell his death. Some kind of trendy motivational tool?

'Sorry?'

Wayne's smile showed lots of expensively whitened teeth. 'This morning I popped into your office and asked Amazing Grace if you'd spare me five minutes after you came back from court.'

Grace was the temporary substitute for Harry's secretary, a long-suffering paragon whose arthritic knee had been replaced a month ago. As far as he was concerned, Lucy couldn't hobble back to work too soon. Grace hadn't grasped that the prime requirement of a gatekeeper was to keep the gate shut, at least to management consultants.

'Love to,' Harry lied. 'But actually ...'

'Let me buy you a cappuccino at Kaffee Kirkus. Or an Americano, mocha, whatever you fancy. Did I mention the manager is a personal friend?'

Typical Wayne. He loved to be loved, but most of all, he loved to impress. Once upon a time, he'd practised as a solicitor, drifting from firm to firm until he finished up with Crusoe and Devlin. His career came to an end when he couldn't face telling a client that he'd lost her case. He said he'd negotiated a handsome pay-out and sent her a cheque from the firm's client account. He meant to take out a loan and refund the money, but that wasn't the point. The moment Harry and his business partner Jim Crusoe found out, not even Wayne's gift of the gab could save him. He resigned to save being sacked and struck off the Solicitors' Roll.

But Wayne's creative approach to the truth, so hazardous in the law, proved a blessing when he left town and re-invented himself as a consultant. By the time he returned to Liverpool, he drove a limited edition BMW, sported a black Tag Heuer chronograph and a Prada mobile that did everything except make afternoon tea. He was seldom seen without his state-of-the-art laptop and he dropped the names of celebrity chums like other folk scattered litter. The buzz word in the city was regeneration, and no-one had regenerated his life more extravagantly than Wayne Saxelby. His new girlfriend Tamara had risen to stardom on Celebrities without Shame and rented one of the two penthouse flats at the top of John Newton House. Wayne had moved in, and although she'd disappeared to film in the Caribbean, there was no escaping him. The only option was to give in with good grace.

'All right, lead the way.'

Wayne had acquired a mid-Atlantic twang since his lawyering days, along with a fashionably shaven head. He boasted that his tan came courtesy of a fortnight in the Maldives with Tamara, and his cream cotton suit was a Paul Smith limited edition. The braggadoccio was wasted on Harry, whose favourite holiday destination was Anglesey, and who confined his clothes shopping to a quick annual foray in the January sales.

The ground and first floors of John Newton House were reserved for retail and food and drink outlets. One unit was occupied by a Bavarian coffee shop, another by the property agents tasked with selling the upstairs flats; the rest was steel-shuttered silence. Half a dozen metal tables squatted on the pavement; Continental café culture had arrived here with a vengeance. Everywhere you looked there were coffee houses and swanky bistros. Lychee martinis were all the rage, and a restaurant near Lime Street sold the best sushi outside London. You might imagine you were walking the boulevards of Paris or the avenues of New York, if not for the squally showers and the wind blasting in from the Mersey. Soon global warming would take care of them too.

Harry sat outside while Wayne went in to be served. Across the road, a fat man was playing a penny whistle. What he lacked in musicianship, he made up for with ruddy-faced gusto. The moment he finished 'Mull of Kintyre', he launched into an onslaught upon the chordal complexities of 'Alfie'.

What's it all about?

Good question. Harry wished he knew the answer.

'All right?' Wayne asked as he returned with the drinks. 'You were panting like a pensioner.'

(Continues...)



Excerpted from Waterloo Sunset by Martin Edwards Copyright © 2008 by Martin Edwards. Excerpted by permission of Poisoned Pen Press. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    an excellent investigative thriller

    Liverpool attorney Harry Devlin is stunned when he receives a newspaper notice announcing his death he assumes it is a practical joke albeit a poor one. However, over the next few days, someone sends him menacing messages. He knows his career has left him with many enemies, but he considers who would actually intimidate him and probably act on the desire to see him dead.------------------- He narrows his focus to two unsatisfied former clients violent prone Tom Gunter and easy to anger Aled Borth. Whereas vicious Tom blames Harry for failing to defend him Aled holds the lawyer responsible for losing his homicidal negligence suit against the nursing home where his mother died. Regardless of who it is Harry will do what he always does: confront this stalker face to face once he identifies the culprit.------------- Although Harry is a lawyer and his previous caper ALL THE LONELY PEOPLE a legal thriller, WATERLOO SUNSET is an excellent investigative thriller. The story line is fast-paced and at times over the top, but grips the reader as Harry puts his face into someone else¿s visage, quite often. Fans will enjoy this cat and mouse caper with Harry seemingly one step away from confronting his tormentor.---------- Harriet Klausner

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