Friday, December 13, 2019

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Die Every Day by Gordon Bickerstaff - Book Tour


Blurb
A woman is murdered in a Glasgow city hotel room. Police have everything they need to charge a suspect. Caught at the scene, he confessed, and he's filled with guilt and remorse. With undeniable evidence; the police expect him to plead guilty.

Rumours suggest the man will plead not guilty and tell his story. If he faces trial, the truth will cause international outrage and the government will fall.
Faceless mandarins in corridors of power are determined he will remain silent.

Lambeth Group agent, Zoe Tampsin, is ordered to make him plead guilty. What she discovers will crush her soul and place her next in line to be murdered.
Who is pulling the strings? What secrets are they hiding?  

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Excerpt
Craigie slammed the door shut. He stepped across the landing and heard singing coming from the landing below. He peered down the stairs to see a long-haired blonde sitting on the bottom step slumped against the wall.
She sang with a husky, forlorn voice.
'Help … me … find … ma wee hoose. Am sick … and ah need … tay hug ma bed. Ah scoffed the green kebabby with the curried sauce … an ma shit his turned bright red. No mattur where ah rome, thru sand … or shit … or pee. Ya wull always … smell me … pinging ma pong—'
She gave up when she heard Craigie's boots pound the steps.
He stepped past her, onto the landing and turned back to face her.
She wore a short red dress that had seen better days. With a prominent scar on her cheek, and heavy makeup, she could be a gangster's moll.
He scanned her carry-out bag, bulging with a bottle of whisky, a bottle of vodka and four cans of beer. 'You alright?'
Staring at her feet, she wiped a tear from her face, and with a sorrowful voice she said, 'Am loaked oot. Ah loast ma keys.' She sobbed painfully. 'Where ma gonna find a cheap loaksmith this time uv night?' She waved her mobile phone at him.
He peered into her carry-out bag. 'You having a party?'
'Fancy a party right here? She pointed a finger at the landing. You're invited.'
She grabbed her groin, leaned forward and squeezed her legs together.
'Ugh! Am awffy sorry, there's gonna be a puddle. Am burstin' fur a piss. Don't complain, I'll mop it up, soon as ah get in ma hoose.'
He lifted her carry-out bag. 'Come upstairs. Use our toilet.'
She pushed up and leaned against the wall. 'Oh man, you're a fuckin' godsend. Don't know if ah can hod this piss much longer.'
With her shoulder using the wall as a support, she climbed the stairs.
'You sure wee Gavvy boy won't mind?'
'Why would he?'
She frowned. 'Aw the neighbours think he's a stuck-up little shite. Thinks he's better than us workers who huff tay work for a living.'
'Don't worry about him.'

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2 comments:

  1. Hi Jasmine, thanks for hosting an excerpt of Die Every Day' It's greatly appreciated.

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