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A List To Die For


Jack Kreeger has one simple question, who kidnapped his son? Jack would pay anything to get Tony free. And he can. Jack's rich. Very rich. He owns one of the last independent gambling casinos in the West End of London with a car park full of Rollers every night. Classy, but maybe not so clean. It's a world of glamorous corruption where sex is expensive and life is cheap. And the players think the rules simply don't apply. Jack can pay, but whoever has Tony isn't after money.

They want a certain notebook created by Jack's deceased lifelong friend and business partner Ronnie Miller that details the drug dealing at the casino. The names of A-listers, politicians, members of the bench who get their scores and whores via a hoodlum who pimped his girls from the place. The notebook also details Ronnie's connection with a drug dealing blackmailer with a female enforcer who seriously doesn't like men. And where is the notebook they so desperately want that they'd kidnap for. And even kill? And who is they? The pimp? The blackmailer? Jack wants answers and Tony back. So he calls on Eddie Sutton. An ex-cop. Likeable, cynical, who knows his way around the London underworld. Who isn't above buying information or breaking the law or someone's legs for it. Or getting laid when the opportunity presents itself. Eddie's a quick study. But is he quick enough to find the notebook and save Tony Kreeger's life?

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Superb book. Enjoyed every minute of it and finished it the day after I bought it. HIGHLY RECOMMENDED. I look forward to Burlem's next book.
Mr. Ronald Gerard

A List to Die For is an enthralling detective story in the style of Dashiell Hammett and Raymond Chandler - with fast moving action, witty dialogue, sharply drawn characters and an intricate well-crafted plot. Shorn of literary pretension, the author writes crisply and economically. There are four sentences in the first line of the book alone: “He said to be there at 4pm . I was. On the dot. Because you didn’t keep Jack Kreeger waiting. The black electric gates closed behind me. The tyres of my Beema crunched on the driveway gravel. The sun slipped behind some clouds, things turned grey. I hoped it wasn’t an omen. Someone opened the driver’s door.” And so it continues in lines the author himself might have described as being “like the thud, thud, thud of slugs in the back from a snub nosed colt .38”. As when the detective accepts the assignment after the following exchange: “I’ll give you ten grand upfront” It did make me think twice. And then he said cash. And that made me think a third time …It says in The Bible that you should give to the poor. But it doesn’t say you have you be one of them. The tough guys in the book are hardboiled and laconic, the women are sexy and their voices are husky. And although much of the story consists of dialogue and action, it is by no means at the expense of excellent characterisation and descriptions of locations. In brief, a page turner. Never a dull paragraph, leaving the reader hungry to find out what happens next.
Edward Laing

Not my usual read but it was recommended to me and once I started reading I had to keep going to find out what happened next. An enjoyable and gripping page turner.
Sheila from Barnet