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Death Comes for the Fat Man [Secure eReader (recommended)/Mobipocket/Microsoft Reader/Adobe Reader 7]
eBook by Reginald Hill
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eBook Category: Mystery/Crime
eBook Description:  There was no sign of life. But not for a second did Pascoe admit the possibility of death. Dalziel was indestructible. Dalziel is, and was, and forever shall be, world without end, amen. Everybody knew that. Therein lay half his power. Chief constables might come and chief constables might go, but Fat Andy went on forever. Caught in the blast of a huge explosion, Detective Superintendent Andy Dalziel lies on a hospital bed, with only a life support system and his indomitable will between him and the Great Beyond. Meanwhile, his colleague, Chief Inspector Peter Pascoe, is determined to find those responsible. Ignoring his own injuries, the advice of his friends, and the pleas of his wife, Pascoe follows a winding trail to the Templars, a mysterious group that believes the only way to fight terrorism is through terror. Where the arm of the law cannot reach, their work begins. Soon Pascoe comes to suspect that they may have support and sympathy in high places, from men ready to accept the death of a policeman or of any other innocent bystander as regrettable but unavoidable collateral damage. From the streets of Manchester to the Yorkshire countryside, Pascoe searches for the truth. And above it all, like a huge zeppelin threatening to break from its moorings, hovers the disembodied spirit of Andy Dalziel.
eBook Publisher: Harper Collins, Inc./HarperCollins e-books, Published: 2007
Fictionwise Release Date: March 2007
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Available eBook Formats [Secure eReader (recommended)/Mobipocket/Microsoft Reader/Adobe Reader 7 - What's this?]: SECURE MOBIPOCKET FORMAT (337 KB], SECURE MICROSOFT READER FORMAT (603 KB] - Requires Microsoft Reader 2.1.1 for PCs, or Microsoft Reader 2.2.2 on Pocket PC 2002 handheld devices. Some older Pocket PCs can be upgraded. Learn More., SECURE EREADER (RECOMMENDED) FORMAT (352 KB], SECURE ADOBE READER 7 FORMAT (2.1 MB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [723 KB]
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MobiPocket Reader ISBN: 9780061289118
Adobe Acrobat Reader ISBN: 9780061289101
Microsoft Reader ISBN: 9780061289125
eReader (recommended) ISBN: 9780061289
 
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MILL STREET never much of a street west—the old wool mill a prison block in dry blood brick its staring windows now blinded by boards its clatter and chatter a distant echo through white-haired heads east—six narrow houses under one weary roof huddling against the high embankment that arrows southern trains into the city's northern heart few passengers ever notice Mill Street never much of a street in winter's depth a cold crevasse
spring and autumn much the same but occasionally
on a still summer day
with sun soaring high in a cloudless sky
Mill Street becomes
desert canyon overbrimming with heat 2
TWO MUTTON PASTIES AND AN ALMOND SLICE At least it gives me an excuse for sweating, thought Peter Pascoe as he scuttled toward the shelter of the first of the two cars parked across the road from number 3. "You hurt your back?" asked Detective Superintendent Andy Dalziel as his DCI slumped to the pavement beside him. "Sorry?" panted Pascoe. "You were moving funny." "I was taking precautions." "Oh aye? I'd stick to the tablets. What the hell are you doing here anyway? Bank Holiday's been canceled, has it? Or are you just bunking off from weeding the garden?" "In fact I was sunbathing in it. Then Paddy Ireland rang and said there was a siege situation and you were a bit short on specialist manpower so could I help?" "Specialist? Didn't know you were a marksman." Pascoe took a deep breath and wondered what kind of grinning God defied His own laws by allowing Dalziel's fleshy folds, swaddled in a three-piece suit, to look so cool, while his own spare frame, clad in cotton slacks and a Leeds United T-shirt, was generating more heat than PM's Question Time. "I've been on a Negotiator's Course, remember?" he said. "Thought that were to help you talk to Ellie. What did yon fusspot really say?" The Fat Man was no great fan of Inspector Ireland who he averred put the three f's in officious. If you took your cue and pointed out that the word contained only two, he'd tell you what the third one stood for. If you didn't take your cue, he usually told you anyway. Pascoe on the other hand was a master of diplomatic reticence. "Not a lot," he said. Copyright © 2007 by Reginald Hill.
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