Synopses & Reviews
The 24th Bob Skinner mystery breaks new ground as the uncompromising top cop finds his judgment tested and every aspect of his life called into question A woman's naked body is found washed up on Cramond Island near Edinburgh. She has been mutilated by a ship's propeller, but there is no doubt that she was a murder victim. Days later detectives are called to a flat in Edinburgh. The kitchen is covered in blood, and the occupier is missing. The dead female's name is revealed and it stirs old, unwelcome memories for those who knew her, Skinner most of all. Inquiries soon reveal demons in his past, and suggest that they may have overcome him. But Skinner, now Chief Constable of Strathclyde, is based in Glasgow, and has no reason to become involved. Yet he does, unwittingly setting a course that will lead him to the toughest choice of his life. Twists and turns evolve and soon Skinner is in the depth of a personal nightmare, career-threatening and life-changing.
Synopsis
Quintin Jardine's new Bob Skinner novel sees the Chief Constable faced with a case that calls every part of his life into question The body of a murdered woman is found washed up on Cramond Island near the mouth of the River Forth. Days later, detectives are called to a flat in Edinburgh; the kitchen is covered in blood, and the occupier is missing. When the name of the woman from Cramond Island is revealed, it stirs unwelcome memories for those who knew her, Chief Constable Bob Skinner most of all. Now based in Glasgow, he has no reason to become involved in the linked cases. Yet he does, unwittingly setting in motion a course that will lead him into a personal nightmare and the toughest choice of his life. . .
About the Author
Quintin Jardine was born once upon a time in the West - of Scotland rather than America, but still he grew to manhood as a massive Sergio Leone fan. On the way there he was educated, against his will, in Glasgow, where he ditched a token attempt to study law for more interesting careers in journalism, government propaganda, and political spin-doctoring. After a close call with the Brighton Bomb in 1984, he moved into the even riskier world of media relations consultancy, before realising that all along he had been training to become a crime writer. Now, forty novels later, he never looks back. Along the way he has created/acquired an extended family in Scotland and Spain. Everything he does is for them. He can be tracked down through his blog: http://quintinjardine.me