Sunday, May 30, 2021

Maltese Steel by Stuart Field - Book Tour

Maltese Steel

A woman is found dead on the island of Gozo. The cops say she fell from the Azure Window tourist spot, but her father thinks otherwise.

CIA Section Chief Foster needs help to prove it was murder, so he turns to the only person he knows can get the job done: John Steel.

The Hive, securely seated under the US Embassy on the island of Malta, is an operation that monitors all passage from North Africa and the Middle East into Europe and the US. A platform that requires the latest in technology and facial recognition.

In seven days, that software will be updated. In two days, all hell will break loose. And the clock is ticking for an attack on American soil.

Together with the beautiful Sammara Malk of Mossad, can Steel find out who killed Lucy - and stop whoever is behind the impending attack?


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This is at the start of the book. JOHN STEEL begins to that his time with the NYPD is over and his need to get back to London and the secret service. All along he had felt that his time with the New York Police Department had been filled with mixed feelings for him. He was an outside in their world, a world he didn’t belong in no more than they belonged in his.

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Steel was looking at the people of the night shift. His shift had left hours ago. He had just stayed over to make sure there were no discrepancies in the report. The last thing he wanted was the guy's lawyer picking something out and get the scumbag off with. Steel walked over to Captain Alan Brant's office and knocked. Steel wasn't surprised he was still there.

Alan Brant was a bear of a man. He was in his fifties but still had the build of a quarterback. Steel looked over at the shaven football of a head. The light from the overhead light gleamed off his dark shin. To Steel, Brant always looked angry – even when he wasn't. But this time, those cold brown eyes scowled at Steel as he entered after knocking. Brant sat back in his chair, his massive form leant back against the PU leather, causing it to creak.

'Take it you done writin that report?' Brant said. His thick-lipped mouth curled as though every word had a bitter taste to it. His voice was deep like you might imagine a grizzly or brown bear to have.

'Yes, I'm done,' Steel said. His tone was emotionless. Despite being British, he had no accent to speak of. There was no hint of a regional accent, just British. Brant gave Steel a curious look. Steel wondered if Brant picked up on what he had said – or indeed, how he had meant it, 'Yes, I'm done.'

Steel placed down the file in front of Brant and ran his fingers through his raven-coloured hair. It felt longer than he would have wanted it to be. It was possibly time to visit that barbers shop in the morning, Steel thought, catching his reflection in the long window that separated the Captain's office from the bullpen. His black suit and shirt did not reflect too well in the window, making it appear as if he was a floating head without a body. Steel smiled to himself but did not show it.

'McCall is pissed at ya after what you did,' Brant said, rocking in his chair. The sound of the metal joints squeaked with the subtle movement.

'She will get over it. Besides, it got the job done, didn't it?' Steel said. His tone was cold and unemotional.

Steel did not care for their rules anymore. He found them tiresome. Rules that kept the allowed the bad guys to go free and hurt the innocent. Rules that with the slightest loop whole could be undone. He preferred his rules, the rules her was governed by. There is your target; investigate and take whatever action is necessary. He lived in a black and white world, with the only red been his enemies' blood.

'You threw the man outta the window, Steel!' Brant growled. His eyes bulged from their deep-set sockets. A slither of spit formed in the corner of Brant's mouth a was held by the hairs of his circular beard.

'And if I hadn't, you'd have several officers in the morgue or hospital right now – including McCall,' Steel said with an angry tone.

Brant sat back and sighed deeply. 'Yeah, I know, but still, these cowboy actions of yours are getting outta hand.'

'Understood,' Steel said calmly. 'don't worry, they won't happen again,' Steel said and turned to leave. Brant looked over at Steel. A look of concern filled his face.

'What do you mean by that?' Brant asked. He had read Steel's innuendoes and body language. Brant was the only one in the precinct who knew what Steel was, who he worked for. Sure, Steel had closed some exceptional cases, but now Brant felt Steel was just treading water.

'I mean –.' Steel paused and looked over at the commendations and photographs on Brant's wall. It was impressive, but Brant was a cop, and Steel wasn't. 'I'm going home, I'm tired,' Steel said and left the office, closing the door softly behind him.

Captain Alan Brant watched Steel cross the bullpen floor and wait for the elevator, and wandered. Had Steel just said goodbye or only good night?

Author Bio

Stuart Field is a veteran who now works in security after serving twenty-two years in the British Army. As well as working full time he writes in his spare time. Stuart was born and raised in the West Midlands in the UK. His love for travel has been an inspiration in some of his work with his John Steel thriller series. As well as future John Steel novels, Stuart is working on a new series and standalone novels.


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