Today I’m on the blog tour for Rubicon by Ian Patrick with an extract for you to enjoy. Many thanks to Emma Welton for inviting me onto the tour!
About this book…
Two cops, both on different sides of the law – both with the same gangland boss in their sights.
Sam Batford is an undercover officer with the Metropolitan Police who will stop at nothing to get his hands on fearsome crime-lord Vincenzo Guardino’s drug supply.
DCI Klara Winter runs a team on the National Crime Agency, she’s also chasing down Guardino, but unlike Sam Batford she’s determined to bring the gangster to justice and get his drugs off the streets.
Set in a time of austerity and police cuts where opportunities for corruption are rife, Rubicon is a tense, dark thriller that is definitely not for the faint hearted.
Never wear slippers to a shoeing. Ben Hamer should have listened to this advice but he didn’t.
Big H is down two million. Now, Hamer is no fool. He’s a Yank and works with money. The only issue is, he should have invested in property as Big H had requested. But he hadn’t. That’s where I come in.
I’m not affiliated to the big man but I have been subcontracted, on a few occasions, to rectify business transactions that have gone awry. It’s quite a simple contract; whatever you borrow you must give back with the agreed interest. Hamer is Big H’s accountant. He’d done good work until he decided to work both ends of the chain and start talking to the old bill about Big H’s money. You see, even amongst criminals there’s a code of conduct. Hamer has breached that line.
I have nothing to do with either of them but I do have my own set of morals. Morals are the Velcro of society. I see myself as a twenty-first century bounty hunter. In my work the first law of survival is to stay alive. The first rule of any hunt: Don’t be seen. This applies to the hunted as well as the hunter, that’s why I’ve been so successful. I’ve never met Big H but he knows how to get hold of me.
In the end it’s about discipline and Hamer lacks it. I was raised on discipline; something my old man was keen on. I’ve the buckle scars on my back to prove it. My mum also took her fair share. She shouldn’t have intervened. Childhood prepared me for the army. When I left the service, I was educated for life. Her Majesty also prepared me to kill; another bonus. Second rule: Know your target. The army was keen on this message as friendly fire is frowned upon.
When you’re getting paid to do a job, do it properly. Now this wasn’t too difficult with Hamer.
He’d met me but wouldn’t remember me. I knew Big H didn’t want this done as a knock on the door.
This isn’t an Ikea self-build. The instructions must be clear.
Following him was a piece of piss. He’s an accountant, not a villain. Hamer is slower than an amputeed sloth and this made following him simple. His portly frame exuded an odour that was distinguishable in crowds. He would stop frequently. This is easy to combat on a foot follow but tougher by vehicle. Hamer was often looking over his shoulder when he was out on the capital’s streets, but then, who isn’t in London? Hamer wasn’t aware of me.
Meet the author…
Educated in Nottingham, Ian left school at sixteen. After three years in the Civil Service he moved to London for a career in the Metropolitan Police.
He spent twenty-seven years as a police officer, the majority as a detective within the Specialist Operations Command. A career in policing is a career in writing. Ian has been used to carrying a book and pen and making notes.
Now retired, the need to write didn’t leave and evolved into fiction.
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Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Ian-Patrick/e/B075VB1MP4/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1
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