The Murder Exchange

by SimonKernick (Author)

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  Paperback
  2004

  $3.25

  When ex-mercenary Max Iversson is introduced to nightclub owner Roy Fowler, he senses immediately that the man's trouble. Fowler wants security for a meeting with a group of 'businessmen' who are looking to buy his club. Five grand for a couple of hours' work is too tempting a proposition to turn down, so Iversson, who now runs his own firm of freelance bodyguards, takes the job. But when he and two colleagues accompany Fowler to a deserted north London Industrial estate to exchange the deeds for the money, it turns out to be not so much a double-cross as a bloodbath. Three men end up dead, and Iversson only just gets out alive. Now he wants to know who's behind the killings. So begins a hunt for answers that will take him into dangerous territory, and also into direct conflict with Detective Sergeant John Gallan. Gallan's investigating the fatal poisoning by snakebite of a doorman who worked at Fowler's club. Leads are scarce and when they do appear, so do bodies. But Gallan keeps digging away, unearthing in the process a murderous conspiracy that could provide the solution not just to this investigation but to another, more heinous murder that's been lying among the ranks of the unsolveds for a long, long time. Unknown to each other, he and Iversson are also heading towards a final confrontation from which neither man is likely to emerge in one piece.

• Used

  Paperback
  2003

  $3.25

  When ex-mercenary Max Iversson accompanies a nightclub owner to a pre-arranged 'meet' in a deserted north London industrial estate, it turns out to be not so much a set-up as a bloodbath. Three men have been shot, the briefcase Iversson has been guarding is empty - and he wants to know why. So begins a hunt for answers.

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  Hardcover
  2003

  $8.84

  When Max Iversson, an ex-soldier and mercenary who's now co-director of a small firm of freelance bodyguards, is introduced to north London nightclub owner, Roy Fowler, he senses immediately that the bloke's trouble. Fowler wants security for a meeting with a group of businessmen who want to buy his nightclub. Five grand for a couple of hours work is too tempting a proposition to turn down, so Iversson - against his better judgement - takes the work. However, when he and two colleagues accompany Fowler to their 'meet' in a deserted north London industrial estate, it turns out to be not so much a double-cross as a bloodbath. With Fowler and both bodyguards dead, Iversson grabs the briefcase containing the deeds to the club, and vacates the scene rapidly. But the suitcase is empty, which makes no sense at all. Three men have been shot, and Iversson wants to know why. So begins a hunt for answers that will take him into dangerous territory, and also into direct conflict with Detective Sargeant Gallan. Gallan's investigating the fatal poisoning by snakebite of a nightclub bouncer, who worked at Fowler's place. Leads are scarce and when they do appear, so do bodies. But Gallan's like a dog with a bone. He keeps digging away, unearthing in the process a murderous conspiracy that could provide the solution not just to this investigation, but to another, more heinous murder that's been lying amongst the ranks of the unsolveds for a long, long time. Gallan's playing with fire. And so's Max Iversson. Unknown to each other they are both heading towards a final confrontation with forces as ruthless as they are determined, and from which neither man is likely to emerge in one piece.