Murder Room
27 total works
"Bill James's Harpur and Iles books are deliciously unsavoury: a brilliant combination of almost Jacobean savagery and sexual betrayal with a tart comedy of contemporary manners. A stylised world that is several moves from reality, and about as real as you can get." — John Harvey, "The Crime Writer's Crime Writer," Guardian "There is nothing else quite like this series of police procedurals. James is concerned with the dilemmas and difficulties of policing Britain's inner cities, and he addresses these in hard-edged narratives that leave readers gasping and flinching, praying the people in these stories never come to live in their streets....It's all delivered in a ferociously poetic voice that is uniquely Bill James." — The Times [London], "100 Masters of Crime"; "James makes his grimmest, most acid sortie yet into the tangled domestic and working lives of his ferocious fuzz."—John Coleman, Sunday Times [London]
Suspects in the fatal bludgeoning of lowlife Ian Aston include his criminal pals - and Detective Chief Superintendent Colin Harpur's superior officer Desmond Iles, whose wife, Sarah, was having an affair with Aston.
As Harpur appears to take Aston's place in Sarah's affections, local club owner Ralph Ember takes over the dead man's spot in the criminal hierarchy, becoming a reluctant participant in a bank scheme that seems cursed from the start.
'The tortuous private lives of James's policemen are often more savage than the crimes they investigate . . . Mr James is bruisingly good' Sunday Telegraph
A street shooting which leaves a mother and child dead on the school run. But was this a random act of violence? Unlikely, when it transpires the victims were the wife and son of well known drugs baron Mansel Shale.
Having committed this atrocity, the gunman flees to a charity shop where very soon a hostage situation develops and Harpur and Iles are brought in to oversee the siege - which ends in sudden action and tragedy.
But as subsequent events unfold, it appears the gunman was on target; he wasn't after Shale after all, but his wife - who was certainly not what all had assumed her to be...
When a large chunk of a bank heist vanishes, the thugs who pulled off the job - and survived - are a little upset. One of them, it appears, has different ideas about sharing the loot fairly and it soon becomes every man for himself.
Now, Detective Chief Superintendent Colin Harpur is on the case. This is a search for high stakes, a search in which the competitors will stop at nothing. Not even murder.
'James has to be the funniest crime writer now trespassing on that twilight territory where fuzz and felons make their moves and talk their humorous heads off, with menace constantly rippling beneath the surface' Sunday Times