I can see why I dumped these books in the attic when the bookcases became over-crowded a few years ago; they’re OK but it is doubtful whether they are worth re-reading (a bit like Sinclair McLeod or Sjovall & Wahloo who feature early in this listing).
This is a typical South London, hard men, high level corruption and a bit of sexual deviancy concoction. Thompson comes over as a bit of a leftie, journalist type.
Not complete rubbish, but should maybe go back to the attic for another 10 years. Although I would say this was better than Jo Nesbo.
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