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Source ISBN: 9780008203962

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Version: 2017-10-06

Praise for Marnie Riches:

‘Gritty and gripping’ Kimberley Chambers

‘A leading light in the field of Mancunian noir’ Guardian

‘Drags you down the mean streets of Manchester with verve and authenticity. You can almost smell the blood and rain’ Simon Toyne

‘Riches’ storytelling is blistering, vivid and super-pacy. It’s also very funny, even at its darkest’ Helen Cadbury

‘Fast-paced, enthralling and heartrending; I couldn’t put it down’ C. L. Taylor

‘A strong, edgy debut that deserves to do well’ Clare Mackintosh

‘Fast, furious, fantastic … One killer thriller!’ Mark Edwards

What the reviewers said:

‘Absolutely brilliant, kept me on my toes from the start to the final page!’

‘A great gritty story. Plenty of drama with the Manchester underworld!’

‘Breathtakingly brilliant’

‘More please – and soon!’

‘Truly outstanding’

‘An intricate, fast-paced and utterly compelling thriller’

Dedication

For my grandparents,

Margaret, Ida and Harry:

three of Manchester’s finest.

Though they’re gone, I owe my fat knees and terrific boobies to Margaret – a beautiful woman and the kindest of souls, who knew how to rock a leopard-skin dress. I owe my love of a good rummage for a bargain to Ida, the inimitable Jumble Queen of Manchester whose carbon footprint in her long, long lifetime was lightly trodden. I owe my love of cars to Harry, who drove a black cab by night and a burgundy Wolseley by day – potless, maybe, but never less than stylish. They were all terrible cooks but I loved them for other reasons.

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Praise for Marnie Riches

What the Reviewers Said