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Издательство: | Orion Books |
Серия: | Rivers of London |
Дата выхода: | октябрь 2011 |
ISBN: | 978-0-575-09762-9 |
Объём: | 384 страниц |
Обложка: | мягкая |
I was my dad`s vinyl-wallah: I changed his records while he lounged around drinking tea, and that`s how I know my Argo from my Tempo. And it`s why, when Dr Walid called me to the morgue to listen to a corpse, I recognised the tune it was playing. Something violently supernatural had happened to the victim, strong enough to leave its imprint like a wax cylinder recording. Cyrus Wilkinson, part-time jazz saxophonist and full-time accountant, had apparently dropped dead of a heart attack just after finishing a gig in a Soho jazz club. He wasn`t the first. No one was going to let me exhume corpses to see if they were playing my tune, so it was back to old-fashioned legwork, starting in Soho, the heart of the scene. I didn`t trust the lovely Simone, Cyrus` ex-lover, professional jazz kitten and as inviting as a Rubens` portrait, but I needed her help: there were monsters stalking Soho, creatures feeding off that special gift that separates the great musician from someone who can raise a decent tune. What they take is beauty. What they leave behind is sickness, failure and broken lives. And as I hunted them, my investigation got tangled up in another story: a brilliant trumpet player, Richard `Lord` Grant - my father - who managed to destroy his own career, twice. That`s the thing about policing: most of the time you`re doing it to maintain public order. Occasionally you`re doing it for justice. And maybe once in a career, you`re doing it for revenge.