Available now, Second Chances is a crime fiction novella set in Hull that is
already attracting praise from readers.
Influenced by crime fiction heavyweights Ian Rankin and Hull's Robert Edric,
Second Chances is set to be a great success.
For a taster, see the extract reproduced below, only available on thisisUll.com
Second Chances sees Detective Inspector Coleman investigating the murder of
Hull musician John Pearce. Pearce, former front-man of Hull's Britpop heroes, Little Holland,
was about to break back into the big time with his new band, The Assassins before his untimely death.
Returning from leave the case lands on Coleman's desk, along with the ongoing
investigation into the theft of computer equipment from a local firm of solicitors.
Unfortunately, the solicitor is an acquaintance of Chief Superintendent McCormack, a
man who is eager to see a quick result in both cases.
The John Pearce case had landed on Coleman's desk earlier that morning, shortly after
returning from a family holiday in France.
The death of John Pearce would be big news over the forthcoming days.
The investigation was to be headed up by Detective Inspector Ellis but a bout of
illness had put pay to Chief Superintendent McCormack's plan.
As soon as Coleman walked through the door of his home in the Avenues area of Hull,
there was a string of messages awaiting his attention.
Coleman enjoyed living in the Avenues area.
It offered him easy access to the bolt-holes that he enjoyed; the pubs, music venues
and of course the KC Stadium where his team, Hull City, played their home games.
His wife, Rachel, had not been overly ecstatic at the number of messages awaiting him.
For one thing, he was still officially on leave and for another; there was still
a list of DIY tasks to be completed.
'Do you have a minute please, Richard?' asked Chief Superintendent Alan McCormack.
It was a rhetorical question. He stepped into McCormack's office and sat down.
The newly appointed Chief Superintendent wasn't proving to be such a tough taskmaster after all.
As the Chief Superintendent, who was in his early forties, was only a
few years older than Coleman, he hoped that they might even be able to forge an
understanding over time.
'I'm not happy with the lack of progress in regard to Lock, Baxter and Smyth.
Whilst it is was a case of stolen property that his team could deal with, it
wasn't just any stolen property, it was the stolen property of a friend of the Super's.'
'I'm getting some pressure applied by Julian Smyth and as you know Richard, he is a golf friend of mine...'
Coleman sighed to himself.
'I'm sure I don't need to spell it do I, Richard?' continued McCormack.
'No sir, you don't.' he replied warily. 'We're making progress sir.'
McCormack's eyes narrowed 'Really Richard, what exactly...'
'DS Maynard has turned up some new leads that we'll be following up in due course.'
'Right. It's clear to me that this is one of a spate of such burglaries.
Whilst I don't want to be perceived to be attempting to pull strings for a friend,
the situation is starting to get out of hand. I'd like you to take personal control of this, Richard.'
'I do have the suspicious death of the musician, John Pearce, to be getting on with.'
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