Sunday, 25 May 2014

The Killing Club - Paul Finch with Extract!!!

I am very excited to be part of the blog tour for Paul Finch and his new book - The Killing Club! 


The Killing Club - Paul Finch
Published by Avon 
Published on 22nd May 2014

DS Mark ‘Heck’ Heckenburg is used to bloodbaths. But nothing can prepare him for this; his most dangerous case to date is open again. 

Two years ago, he put the ringleader of The Nice Guys Club – a vicious rape and murder gang - behind bars. But Heck knows that this depraved organisation stretches far beyond UK shores. 

When brutal murders start happening across the country, it’s clear that the Nice Guys are at work again. Their victims are killed in cold blood, in broad daylight, and by any means necessary. And Heck knows it won’t be long before they come for him. 

Brace yourself as you turn the pages of a living nightmare. Welcome to The Killing Club.

Exclusive Preview - Extract:

The occupant of the Toyota climbed out. His tall, athletic form was fitted snugly into a tailored Armani suit. A head of close-cropped white curls revealed his advancing years – he was close on fifty – but he had a lean, bronzed visage on which his semi-permanent frown was at once both dangerous and attractive. He was Commander Frank Tasker of Scotland Yard, and he too had a heap of paperwork with him, zipped into plastic folders.

‘I don’t mean to tell you how do to your job, Gemma,’ Tasker said, pulling on his waterproof. ‘But we’ve got to start making headway on this soon.’

Gemma nodded. ‘I understand that, sir. But everything’s on schedule.’

‘I wish I was as sure about that as you. We’ve interviewed him six times now. Is he going to crack, or isn’t he?’

‘Guys like Peter Rochester don’t crack, sir,’ she replied. ‘It’s a case of wearing them down, slowly but surely.’

‘The time factor …’

‘Has been taken into consideration. I promise you, sir … we’re getting there.’

Tasker sniffed. ‘I don’t know who he thinks he’s being loyal to. I mean, they didn’t give a shit about him … why should he give a shit about them?’

‘Probably a military thing,’ she said. ‘Rochester reached the rank of Adjudant-Chef. You don’t manage that in the Foreign Legion if you’re a non-French national … not without really impressing people. Plus they say he commanded total loyalty from his men. And that continued when he was a merc. You don’t carry that off either unless you give a bit back.’

‘You’re saying Rochester’s lot like each other?’

‘Yes, but that’s only one of several differences between them and the run-of-the-mill mobs we usually have to deal with.’

He shrugged. ‘I’m not going to argue with that. You’ve done most of the homework on this case. The original question stands, though … how long?’

‘Couple more sessions. I think we’re almost there.’

‘And you’ve borne in mind what I told you about DS Heckenburg?’

She half-smiled. ‘Yes, sir.’

‘We don’t want him anywhere near this, Gemma.’

‘He isn’t.’

‘He’s a loose cannon at the best of times, but he could really screw this up for us.’

‘It’s alright, sir.’

‘I’m surprised he hasn’t at least been asking questions.’

‘Well … he has.’

Tasker looked distracted by that. ‘And?’

‘I’m his guv’nor. When I tell him it’s off-limits, he accepts it.’

‘Does he know how many times you’ve interviewed Rochester?’

‘He’s been too busy recently. I’ve made sure of it.’

Tasker assessed their surroundings as he pondered this. Continents of storm clouds approached over the sea, drawing palls of misty gloom beneath them. Plumes of colourless sand blew up around the car park’s edges. The hard net fencing droned in the wind. In the midst of it all, the prison stood stark and silent, an eternal rock on this windswept point, nothing beyond it but rolling, breaking waves.

‘Hellhole, that place,’ Tasker said with a shudder. ‘I mean, it’s clean enough … even sterile. But you really feel you’ve reached the end of the line when you’re in there. Particularly that Special Supervision Unit. Talk about a box inside a box.’

He glanced uneasily over his shoulder.

‘Something wrong, sir?’ Gemma asked.

‘Call me paranoid, but I keep expecting Heckenburg to show up.’

‘I’ve told you, Heck’s busy.’

‘How busy?’

‘Up-to-his-eyebrows busy,’ she said. ‘In one of the nastiest cases I’ve seen for quite some time.

 Don’t worry … we’ve got Mad Mike Silver and whatever’s left of the Nice Guys Club all to ourselves.’

About the Author: 

Paul Finch is a former cop and journalist, now turned full time writer. He first cut his literary teeth
penning episodes of the British TV crime drama, THE BILL, and has written extensively in the field of children's animation. However, he is probably best known for his work in horrors and thrillers. 

He has also written three Doctor Who audio dramas for Big Finish – Leviathan and Sentinels of the New Dawn, Hexagora and a Doctor Who novel for BBC Books, Hunter’s Moon.
Finch is no stranger to film either, having written scripts for several horror movies. One of these, The Devil’s Rock, was released in 2011, while his short story The Belfries, is shorty due to be adapted by Hollywood. 

Paul lives in Lancashire, UK, with his wife Cathy and his children, Eleanor and Harry.
A debut for 2013, Paul Finch has had a hell of a year. Selling almost 200,000 copies of his first novel Stalkers, and breaking records with his second novel Sacrifice, becoming the most pre-ordered ebook in HarperCollins’ history, he’s entered the crime world with a bang.

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