The Buffalo Job: A Wilson Mystery: 5 - Softcover

Knowles, Mike

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1770411712 ISBN 13: 9781770411715

Verlag: ECW Press, 2014

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“This is a very good entry in a very good series.” — Booklist

Mob enforcer Wilson returns in this taut, gritty crime novel

Wilson should have just walked away when three men came looking for a way to boost a valuable piece of art. The art came off the wall, the alarm screamed thief, and Wilson walked away clean. But it turned out that job was an interview for an even bigger heist. A dangerous man wants Wilson to get him something more valuable than a painting. Problem is Wilson only has a week.

Wilson and his crew cross the Canadian border to Buffalo, New York, to steal a two-hundred-year-old violin. A lot of people are interested in getting their hands on the instrument — and none of them are shy about killing to get it.

The job starts like a bad joke — a thief, a con man, a wheel man, and a gangster get in line to cross the border — but the Buffalo job doesn’t end with a punchline. It ends with blood . . .

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Mike Knowles lives in Hamilton, Ontario. He is the author of the Wilson Mystery series: Darwin’s Nightmare, Grinder, In Plain Sight, and Never Play Another Man’s Game.

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The Buffalo Job

By Mike Knowles

ECW PRESS

Copyright © 2014 Mike Knowles
All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-77041-171-5

CHAPTER 1

The train left Union Station half full. It was early in the afternoon, two o'clock, and the lunch had left behind trash on the floor and stains on the seats. I was sitting in the rear corner of the car holding a day-old free copy of a Toronto daily newspaper in front of me. I looked over the paper with a practised false absorption. My eye movements were calculated and resembled reading when they were anything but. My toe tapped along to a beat that should have been coming into my brain from the earbuds I was wearing, but there was no sound coming from the iPhone in my pocket. The three I was shadowing were in the car ahead of me, separated by seventy-five feet and numerous layers of metal and glass. I had told them where and when to board and to sit together; so far, they had done as they were told. The men were going to run a security route so that I could look them over to make sure they were who they said they were and so that I could make sure that there was no one planning to crash the party. I had run afoul of a number of people over the past few years, bad enough men to force me to relocate to Toronto, and I wasn't looking to catch up.

The train lurched away from the station and I watched the men from the corner of my eye. They looked around at the other commuters on their car and tried to make eye contact with a few of the men who were sitting alone. No one returned their stares; several people got up and changed seats. One of the three men, a mid-twenties white kid with red hair and matching sparse stubble, checked the car I was riding in through the grimy window, but no one on the car gave him any reason to think he, or his friends, were being watched. I gave the trio a few minutes to get tired of looking around before I lifted my eyes from my paper and gave them a glance. When I looked down at the paper again, I tilted my head so that no one would notice that my eyes were closed. In my mind, I was recreating the scene I had taken in. The redhead was wearing a light-weight North Face jacket with a fur-trimmed hood. The man to his left wore a leather motorcycle jacket. The jacket was black and smooth enough to be less than a month old. I didn't see any patches sewn on, and the smooth baby face above the collar made the kid look more like a lesbian than a biker. He styled his hair with some kind of product that made it stand up high on his head like the plumage of an exotic bird. The third man had darker skin, not the even tone of an Italian or Greek, but something more washed out. His stubble went high up on his face and I guessed that he was the kind of guy who would have to shave at night before he went out if he wanted to look presentable. All three were under thirty, but only one of them held himself with the immaturity of a twenty-something. The redhead was nervous; the other two had the composure of men who had previously been checked out before a meeting. I went over each detail I could remember again to be sure, but the results were the same — I had never seen these three before.

The trio got off the train and stood on the platform waiting, as instructed, for another train. I kept my seat and watched the action outside the car. No one who got off with them waited around. I gave the faces on the platform equal attention and committed those who matched the age and appearance of the three men to memory. Half an hour later we were back on the same train again. I was already on board and I watched the three men get onto the train. None of the faces I had seen on the platform were hanging around. I watched the three men for two stops

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: ECW Press
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2014
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 1770411712
• ISBN 13: 9781770411715
• Einband: Tapa blanda
• Anzahl der Seiten: 308
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