Murder in Retribution (A New Scotland Yard Mystery)
Anne Cleeland
Language: English
Pages: 352
ISBN: 0758287984
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Two of Scotland Yard’s most gifted detectives navigate the darkest corners of London to solve a series of murders that will blur every line between right and wrong…
Chief Inspector Michael Sinclair, Lord Acton, and rookie detective Kathleen Doyle ruffle more than a few feathers at CID Headquarters when their relationship comes to light. But office politics quickly become trivial amid a rash of underworld murders. As the body count climbs, Doyle uncovers a vicious war over lucrative turf between the Russian mafia and an Irish terrorist group. But their acts of revenge are almost too much for Scotland Yard to keep up with—and when Acton seems unusually troubled by the crimes, Doyle wonders what sparked the conflict in the first place.
Perhaps there’s nothing more to it than under-the-table business dealings gone awry. Or perhaps a single act of vigilante justice ignited a brutal battle. As Doyle and Acton fight not to become the next victims, they’ll find that the truth may be best left unspoken, and retribution may be best left to fate…
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Officers—stood by, clad in their paper bunny suits and awaiting instruction. Weak morning sunshine filtered through the trees lining the aqueduct, which ran through a remote wooded area near Epping Forest. “Less than a week?” suggested Doyle. “Perhaps,” said Acton. “Difficult to say—it is cool down here, and so we’ll wait for the coroner to come up with something more precise.” He glanced at her. “Ready to pull him over?” Doyle nodded, unaccountably annoyed that he was being so deferential,
off with enough subtlety to slip unnoticed past the Racing Board. “Something started it,” Williams pointed out. “But whether there’s a connection or not, Vice should nevertheless be taking a long look.” Doyle agreed with this and dropped the subject. Instead, she offered with some constraint, “I appreciate your not tellin’ Acton about my troubles this morning, sir.” When Williams had called in to report, she could tell there had been a question about her, and a neutral reassurance from
remarkably little evidence. The scent of decomposition still lingered on the ground because the body had been there for a time, and she took deep breaths to steady her midsection, annoyed with herself because decomp had never bothered her before. Acton had already known she was pregnant, of course. She should have said something before this, but she was hoping her symptoms were built upon nerves and not upon the presence of the Honorable whomever who had been conceived the night his or her
people weren’t trying to poison her. “Please see to it the card is removed, but be careful; it may be tainted also.” “Yes, ma’am,” he teased, as though she were his superior officer. They arrived back at headquarters, and as they parked in the garage Williams said rather apologetically, “He wanted me to see that you had lunch—he’ll be tied up for a time.” “Thanks, but I’m meetin’ Munoz.” She would try to avoid being alone with Williams; she knew that if she hadn’t moved away when they were in
Acton would not have allowed anyone else to hear the verbal knife fight between the two men—he was regretting he’d allowed Doyle to hear it. But Munoz would not be mollified and turned back to Habib. “Doyle has an unfair advantage; I should file a complaint.” As Habib was caught between his two loves—his job and the fair Munoz—Doyle stepped in to give an assist. “The interview wasn’t helpful; Solonik claimed he knew nothin’ about the attack and Acton did all the talkin’, believe me.” She