Suspended from duty pending an extortion investigation, DCI Pat Curzon is forced to watch from the sidelines when the boss of a job recruitment agency is found poisoned to death in her office.
Unimpressed by the bungling way his colleagues are conducting their inquiries and bored to the point of insanity, he decides to investigate the killing himself.
And so away he goes on another Glasgow odyssey, harvesting the murky secrets that his bosses and the British government would prefer us not to know.
Dark but humorous in parts, Whisky Leaks is Book 3 in the Dirty Rouge detective series.
Targeted Age Group: 18-100
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I always wanted to be an artist of some description. I suppose like many people I’d have loved to have been a musician, but when your a kid it seems such a long journey to embark upon. First you have to find the money to pay for an instrument (that alone could take years) and then you have to spend many more years learning how to play the damn thing, with no guarantee that you ever will. Alternatively, you could simply walk a hundred yards to the local newsagent, but yourself a nice pristine pad of A4 paper and a Biro and, hey bingo – you’re a writer!
So, writing always seemed the most accessible art form to me and it gave me total freedom as well. It was the ultimate escape. I penned my first crime story, featuring a serial killer, when I was seven, in a writing competition at primary school. It was forty pages long in an exercise book. The winning entry was about a frog on a lily pad – and was one paragraph in length. Hmmm, maybe a lesson in there.
Anyway, I carried on from that point, but I only acquired the stamina necessary to be a writer after attending Staffordshire University as a mature literature student in the early 2000s, at the age of 30, where writing 10,000 words a week was not uncommon. Literally the day after my graduation, in 2004, I wholeheartedly began my vocation as a writer and began work on my first short novel about a Glasgow man who sets up a school for disadvantaged teenagers in the Scottish Highlands. The choice of locations was no accident. Thinking up plots and story lines had never been a problem for me, but trying to work out precisely where I would set my stories was. Imagine if Dostoevsky’s novels had been set in Milton Keynes rather than during the summer white nights of St Petersburg, or if a Tale of Two Cities had been depicted in Lichfield and Dunkirk. No, neither can I. So, I felt like a bird with a belly full of eggs, only without a nest to lay them in. Until, that is, I discovered Glasgow, with it’s sharp-edged masculine streets, atmospheric alleyways and brooding weather. Like a toilet wall or a birthday card, it is a city that was made to be written on.
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