Mark Timlin Bücher

Romeo, ein Mega-Rockstar von gestern, verbarrikadiert sich in einem Landhaus und übt im Keller schiessen. Privatdetektiv Nick Sharman wird zur unfreiwilligen Zielscheibe, als er versucht, bei dem Sänger alte Schulden für einen Luxuswagen einzutreiben - der Beginn einer wunderbaren Freundschaft. In Romeos Auftrag soll Sharman einem Kriminellen Musik-Management unterschlagene Dollars aus dem Rippen leiern.

Nick Sharman übernimmt einen Leibwächterjob für eine reiche Frau, die Klamotten stiehlt. Doch der Fall entwickelt sich schnell zu einem gefährlichen Wettlauf um das Leben der vermissten Tochter eines Londoner Medienmagnaten.

"Der Gangster kam im Baumwollslip aus dem Schlafzimmer, in jeder Hand einen 45 Colt Revolver. Er schoss auf alles, was sich bewegte. Ich ritt auf Coke wie auf einem Drachen, war stoned und besoffen, und hatte seit drei Tagen nicht mehr geschlafen. Ausserdem stand ich auf dem falschen Platz. Mein Partner schoss nach oben, und die Kugel ging geradewegs durch die Sohle meiner Mokassins, zerschmetterte einen Haufen kleiner Knochen und trat durch das Oberleder des Schuhs in einem Schauer von Blut, Haut und Kunstfasersocke wieder aus."

Nick Sharman is living a life of married bliss with his new partner Dawn. The bad boy has settled down - unlike his ex-wife Laura. Laura's quite capable of shattering the idyll, but this time it's serious; their fifteen-year-old daughter Judith has gone missing. The police are looking, but have no leads. Laura fears the worst. Sharman still has his own skills. But Laura's call catapults him back into a world he should have left behind. And when he decides to right some wrongs in his own way, domestic bliss becomes a thing of the past.

Nick Sharman is in traction, hospitalised for four months and desperate for a distraction. Then Fiona arrives - a topless model for the tabloids who bullies him into convalescing in her flat in Camberwell. After his last disaster-ridden case, Sharman has promised himself a quiet life. What he gets, almost the minute his leg is out of the plaster, is more trouble. Emerald Watkins, king of a black south London 'firm', has received a tip off that he's about to be arrested after a large stash of cocaine is found in one of his lock-ups. He wants Sharman to help find who stiched him up.

Harry Stonehouse had been a cop, a good one--and straight, unlike Nick Sharman. After taking early retirement he'd landed a job at a security firm. Now he's dead, and his wife wants Nick to find out who killed him and why. Nick's been taking a close look at hell recently and doesn't care too much about anything beyond the next Jack Daniels. But Harry had been a friend, and Nick had screwed his wife and he feels sorry for her. Big mistake. In an unlikely partnership with ex-DI Robber, escaping from resentful retirement at his sister's, Sharman sets off in pursuit--and finds himself swept along in the deadly aftermath of a £20 million heist. And with that much money at stake, betrayal, double-crossing and murder are just for starters.

Life as a private detective has proved too much for Nick Sharman, and when a chance run-in with a couple of young thugs secures him a job as a part-time barman, it looks as if he's found a promising new occupation. Unfortunately the drug squad has other plans. With two coppers slaughtered in as many weeks, Sharman finds himself being coerced into helping track down the killers. All too soon he is working alongside a pony-tailed Detective Sergeant with unexpected sexual tastes, and consorting even more closely with a beautiful high-class whore.