I was looking for the Canadian author Robert Wilson in the virtual branch of the Toronto Public Library. He wasn't listed, but this Wilson was. The blurb sounded interesting, and even more relevant, it was available to borrow right away. Most books in TPL are on hold!Instruments of Darkness descr...
Jeg var overlykkelig over å ha funnet ei bok som på papiret hørtes ut som en Le Carré look-alike. Jeg simpelten elsket spionthrillere på 80-tallet. Jeg ble imidlertid noe skuffet. Det er ikke tvil om at dette er en velskrevet bok. Hva som er mer tvilsomt er om den er spesielt interessant eller e...
A simple murder…an explosion…terrorismA core review easily writes itself when the heart and style of the author is familiar to the reviewer. Take into account the reviewer never having read any previous books in the series, then the story should stand on its own. The Hidden Assassins does this an...
Enter into a treacherous world in West Africa, where British expatriate Bruce Medway, a clandestine “troubleshooter” and debt collector, finds himself unexpectedly immersed in toxic waste scams and mafia crime when a job for his newest client turns out to involve more than the recovery of two mil...
In this second novel of the Bruce Medway series, our hero, a go-between and "fixer" for traders in steamy West Africa, smells trouble when a porn merchant asks him to deliver a video at a secret location. Things look up, though, when he's hired to act as minder to Ron Collins, a spoiled playboy l...
Bruce Medway is a British private investigator living in Cotonou, Benin in West Africa on the Gulf of Guinea. Life is cheap here and brutality a part of everyday life. When young schoolgirls start to disappear, Medway tries at first to remain uninvolved, but when the nine year-old daughter of his...
A Small Death in Lisbon by Robert Wilson won the 1999 Gold Dagger Award for Best Crime Novel. It is a complex parallel story set in WWII and in 1999, in Berlin and Lisbon. It begins with Nazis coercing Swabian businessman Klaus Felsen into leaving Berlin to procure wolfram for them (by any means)...
How could sleep be such toil? He surfaced, blathering like an old unvisited fool in a home for those close to the final terminus. His mobile was ringing, scintillating through the bones of his face. His mouth was as dry as bone meal. The phone ceased. He sank back into the felt grave of drugged s...
‘Like what?’ ‘A hundred.’ ‘This crisis, you know, it’s getting me down,’ said Brito. ‘It’s like every word costs money these days.’ ‘They’re taxing gossip now,’ said the concierge, ‘on advice from the Troika. They know the Spanish can’t live without it.’ ‘You know, if I wasn’t such an arsehole I’...
‘Given the number of killings so far, I think there’s a high chance that the police would alert the Counter Terrorism Command.’ ‘And for how long do you think the terrorist community in the UK would remain ignorant of that?’ ‘All right, Frank. Let’s analyse this theoretically,’ said Boxer. ‘That ...
26th July 2002 On the way back to pick up the evidence bag containing the bottle of muriatic acid, his mobile vibrated in his pocket. 'Digame, José Luis,' he said. 'They've found a Ukrainian hooker in the Poligono San Pablo who they're pretty sure is Sergei's mystery friend,' said Ramírez. 'She d...
Lying across the river from the old city, this was where the Expo '92 had taken place. It had now been transformed into an area of prime commercial real estate. The car waited at the heliport, where it was joined by another Mercedes. The two drivers got out, smoked and chatted. Four minutes later...