Something to Hide

Informationen zum Autor Elizabeth George Klappentext Detective Sergeant Barbara Havers and Detective Inspector Thomas Lynley are back in the next Lynley novel from #1 New York Times bestselling author Elizabeth George. When a police detective is taken off life support after falling into a coma, only an autopsy reveals the murderous act that precipitated her death. She'd been working on a special task force within North London's Nigerian community, and Acting Detective Superintendent Thomas Lynley is assigned to the case, which has far-reaching cultural associations that have nothing to do with life as he knows it. In his pursuit of a killer determined to remain hidden, he's assisted by Detective Sergeants Barbara Havers and Winston Nkata. They must sort through the lies and the secret lives of people whose superficial cooperation masks the damage they do to one another. Leseprobe PART I 21 JULY _ Westminster Central London Deborah St. James came at Sanctuary Buildings by way of Parliament Square on one of the hottest days of what had so far been a blazingly hot summer. She'd been asked to meet with one of the secretaries at the Department for Education as well as the head of the NHS. "We'd like to talk to you about a project," she'd been told. "Are you available to take something on?" She was. She'd been casting round for a project since the publication of London Voices four months earlier, an undertaking that she'd spent the last several years putting together. So she was happy to attend a meeting that might turn into a new project, although she couldn't imagine what sort of photography the Department for Education in conjunction with the NHS might have in mind. She approached a guard at the door with her identification in hand. However, he wasn't so much interested in that as was he interested in the contents of her capacious bag. He told her that her mobile phone was fine, but she was going to have to prove that her digital camera actually was a camera. Deborah obliged by taking his picture. She showed it to him. He waved her towards the door. He said just as she was about to enter, "Delete that, though. I look like crap." At the reception desk, she asked for Dominique Shaw. Deborah St. James here to speak with the undersecretary for the school system, she added. After a discreetly murmured phone call, she was handed a lanyard with visitor printed on the card that hung from it. Meeting Room 4, she was told. Floor 2. Turn to the right if she chose the lift. Turn to the left if she chose the stairs. She went for the stairs. When she arrived at Meeting Room 4, though, she assumed she'd been given the wrong number. Five people sat round a polished conference table, not the two she'd been led to believe wished to meet her. Three floor fans were trying heroically to mitigate the temperature in the room. They were only creating something of a scirocco. A woman rose from the end of the table and came towards her, hand extended. She was smartly dressed in a manner that shouted "government official," and she was decorated with overlarge rimless spectacles and gold earrings the size of golf balls. She was Dominique Shaw, she said, parliamentary under secretary of state for the school system. She introduced the others so quickly that for the most part, Deborah only caught their positions: the head of the NHS, a representative from Barnardo's, the founder of something called Orchid House, and a woman with the name Narissa, whose surname Deborah didn't catch. They were a diverse group: one was Black, one looked Korean, Dominique Shaw was white, and the woman called Narissa appeared to be mixed race. "Please." Dominique Shaw indicated an empty chair next to the representative from Barnardo's. Deborah sat. She was surprised to see a copy of London Voices in front of each of the people who were...

Auteur
Elizabeth George is the New York Times bestselling author of twenty psychological suspense novels, four young adult novels, one book of nonfiction, and two short-story collections. Her work has been honored with the Anthony and Agatha awards, two Edgar nominations, and both France's and Germany's first prize for crime fiction, as well as several other prestigious prizes. She lives in Washington State.

Résumé
Detective Sergeant Barbara Havers and Detective Inspector Thomas Lynley are back in the next Lynley novel from #1 New York Times bestselling author Elizabeth George.

When a police detective is taken off life support after falling into a coma, only an autopsy reveals the murderous act that precipitated her death. She'd been working on a special task force within North London's Nigerian community, and Acting Detective Superintendent Thomas Lynley is assigned to the case, which has far-reaching cultural associations that have nothing to do with life as he knows it. In his pursuit of a killer determined to remain hidden, he's assisted by Detective Sergeants Barbara Havers and Winston Nkata. They must sort through the lies and the secret lives of people whose superficial cooperation masks the damage they do to one another.

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PART I

21 JULY

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Westminster

Central London

Deborah St. James came at Sanctuary Buildings by way of Parliament Square on one of the hottest days of what had so far been a blazingly hot summer. She'd been asked to meet with one of the secretaries at the Department for Education as well as the head of the NHS. "We'd like to talk to you about a project," she'd been told. "Are you available to take something on?"

She was. She'd been casting round for a project since the publication of London Voices four months earlier, an undertaking that she'd spent the last several years putting together. So she was happy to attend a meeting that might turn into a new project, although she couldn't imagine what sort of photography the Department for Education in conjunction with the NHS might have in mind.

She approached a guard at the door with her identification in hand. However, he wasn't so much interested in that as was he interested in the contents of her capacious bag. He told her that her mobile phone was fine, but she was going to have to prove that her digital camera actually was a camera. Deborah obliged by taking his picture. She showed it to him. He waved her towards the door. He said just as she was about to enter, "Delete that, though. I look like crap."

At the reception desk, she asked for Dominique Shaw. Deborah St. James here to speak with the undersecretary for the school system, she added.

 

After a discreetly murmured phone call, she was handed a lanyard with visitor printed on the card that hung from it. Meeting Room 4, she was told. Floor 2. Turn to the right if she chose the lift. Turn to the left if she chose the stairs. She went for the stairs.

 

When she arrived at Meeting Room 4, though, she assumed she'd been given the wrong number. Five people sat round a polished conference table, not the two she'd been led to believe wished to meet her. Three floor fans were trying heroically to mitigate the temperature in the room. They were only creating something of a scirocco.

A woman rose from the end of the table and came towards her, hand extended. She was smartly dressed in a manner that shouted "government official," and she was decorated with overlarge rimless spectacles and gold earrings the size of golf balls. She was Dominique Shaw, she said, parliamentary under secretary of state for the school system. She introduced the others so quickly that for the most part, Deborah only caught their positions: the head of the NHS, a representative from Barnardo's, the founder of something called Orchid House, and a woman with the name Narissa, whose surname Deborah didn't catch. They were a diverse group: one was Black, one looked Korean, Dominique Shaw was white, and the woman called Narissa appeared to be mixed race.

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