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This story, set in the North East of England, is based on the myths and legends of the region that are still held with great pride in the hearts of the people.A man metal-detecting for treasure in the countryside, another who has just lost his family in a tragic incident, a student who has drowned in the River Weir and a young man''s disappearance - all seemingly unlinked contracts yet chained together in a fight against one gang that is set to alter their lives in the most heinous manner.The Discrete Detective Agency finds itself under serious threat from the leader of the gang they only know as the Collector.Sue, a Goth and necromancer and employed by the detective agency, is hard on the Collector''s trail. She is lured away in order to save a friend''s life and goes to confront the gang alone. Jane, the agency secretary, becomes aware of the dilemma Sue soon finds herself in; and Alex, the agency manager, is misdirected away from the unfolding climax but soon discovers the truth and races back to join the battle against their evil rival.Will Jane and Alex succeed in saving Sue and all the trapped souls from the grasp of the Collector? Does the Collector have more ghastly tricks up his sleeve for the agency?

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Publié par	Austin Macauley Publishers Ltd
Date de parution	30 octobre 2019
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781528962001
Langue	English

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Lethal Legacy
Nic Nieman
Austin Macauley Publishers
2019-10-30
Lethal Legacy About the Auhtor About the Book Dedication Copyright Information © Prologue Tyne and Wear, April 2014 Chapter 1 River Wear Fatfield Area, July 2014 Chapter 2 Chester-Le-Street, August 2014 Chapter 3 Washington, Mid-October 2014 Chapter 4 Whitby Festival, 31 October 2014 Chapter 5 Newcastle, Early November 2014 Chapter 6 End November 2014 Chapter 7 Early January 2015 Chapter 8 Newcastle, Mid-January 2015 Chapter 9 Durham City, End January 2015 Chapter 10 Durham City, Early March 2015 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Newcastle, Mid-March Chapter 15 Tantobie Village – Southwest of Newcastle Washington – South of Newcastle Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 ‘Ubaidian Lizard People Appear In Durham’ Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Afternoon, Farmhouse Morpeth Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Morning, Morpeth Farmhouse Chapter 27 Amy’s Memories, River Wear South of Lumley, September 2014 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 The Year 1531 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Adele Taken Going To Wnthsi Ghrty Alex Rtgv Ritkjnb Dhuennr. Chapter 38 Sue In Accident Taken To Royal Victoria Infirmary Adele Taken. Sue On Way To Penshaw Monument. I’m Just Leaving. Chapter 39 Follow The Path That Leads Off To The Right Around The Hill Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Chapter 44 Chapter 45 Chapter 46 Chapter 47 Strange Man Approaching The Farm Chapter 48 Epilogue
About the Auhtor
Nic Nieman was born in London shortly before the outbreak of World War 2. He spent his childhood and academic years in Essex before moving to South Africa, working as a Project Planner in the building of power stations and then working up to a position of Project Manager in the Petrochemical Industry. From this, he went on to install various company systems as a contractor in the engineering field. He returned to London, where he lived for eight years before settling in Durham.
About the Book
This story, set in the North East of England, is based on the myths and legends of the region that are still held with great pride in the hearts of the people.
A man metal-detecting for treasure in the countryside, another who has just lost his family in a tragic incident, a student who has drowned in the River Weir and a young man’s disappearance – all seemingly unlinked contracts yet chained together in a fight against one gang that is set to alter their lives in the most heinous manner.
The Discrete Detective Agency finds itself under serious threat from the leader of the gang they only know as the Collector.
Sue, a Goth and necromancer and employed by the detective agency, is hard on the Collector’s trail. She is lured away in order to save a friend’s life and goes to confront the gang alone. Jane, the agency secretary, becomes aware of the dilemma Sue soon finds herself in; and Alex, the agency manager, is misdirected away from the unfolding climax but soon discovers the truth and races back to join the battle against their evil rival.
Will Jane and Alex succeed in saving Sue and all the trapped souls from the grasp of the Collector? Does the Collector have more ghastly tricks up his sleeve for the agency?
Dedication
To my lovely lady, Joan, who endured my groans of frustration in compiling the storyline and whose love of the northeast of England inspired me to persevere in writing this story and encouraged me in my endeavour during the most difficult moments. Also to the friendly people of the Northeast whose enthusiasm for the area in which they live gave the inspiration for the storyline. My apologies to them for not having the ability to write their dialect into the characters’ dialogues.
Copyright Information ©
Nic Nieman (2019)
The right of Nic Nieman to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by him in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publishers.
Any person who commits any unauthorised act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library.
ISBN 9781528962001 (ePub e-book)
www.austinmacauley.com
First Published (2019)
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Other books by the author under the pseudonym Nic Nieman:
Tour of the Shadow World
Deadly Possession
Lunar Attraction
Prologue

Tyne and Wear, April 2014
It had stopped raining, but heavy clouds still rolled and churned their way across the vastness of the sky, dominating the panoramic countryside, as if in a show of power. A brilliant flash of lightning in the west, appearing to dodge between the rolling folds of cloud, lit the distant vista showing the direction the storm had gone. Between the gentle folds of earth to the south the surface of the lake in the park, although heavily ruffled, still reflected the heaviness of the sky. The only sign of life was the occasional vehicle traversing a black ribbon of road bisecting the fields as it wound through the hills. The landscape was awash in a forbidding yellowy grey light, lying like a malignant moss, as if in warning that the atmospheric forces were not yet finished in their assault upon the earth. Squalls of wind buffeted the trees and bushes with a loud intermittent rustling, scattering droplets of water from their leaves. It swirled through the grasses and wild flowers in a demonic frenzy pushing them in all directions.
The man alighted from his car and stared up at the hill. Yes; perfect. It commanded the whole countryside. The sort of place he would choose to build if he wanted to tell the world he was powerful and owned the area. Yes; that would be the feeling of real power. One day, when his ship came in, he would be rich and have dominance over his own domain and the weak populace. Meanwhile, he would continue to ravage the land around for anything of value.
He took a small haversack from the boot which had a fold up spade attached and slung it over his shoulder. Then he removed his pride and joy; a Viking VK40 motion metal detector with an 11.2 inch x 7.0 inch DD search coil. He wasn’t interested in protecting the environment or finding historical artefacts for the museums. His calling was to rip from the ground, items of quality and worth which would make him influential; the lust for gold similar to the panhandler’ of old who got caught up in the gold rush days. The thought of finding something made him feverish with excitement.
Satisfied, he had everything he needed, he locked his car and made his way up the path leading round the hill and gradually rising, like a helix, to the top. Half way up he made a mark on a rock from which he would start his search for he had decided he would just scan one side of the hill the first day. He donned his headphones, did up the Velcro straps that held it steady on his arm and worked slowly moving either side of the path from the steep slope upwards to his left, and then out to the steep drop down on his right. There was no hurry. If there was anything under the ground, he would discover it and the passing rain had made the soil soft and easy to dig. He stopped when he got to the edge, after an hour of searching, and unstrapped the detector from his arm so he could remove an energy aid drink from the open pocket on the side of his haversack. It was thirsty work he thought and smiled as he tipped his head back and allowed the cool drink to slide down his throat.
Suddenly there was a deep rumbling sound, as if the earth was accompanying the passing storm, and the ground trembled as if in torment before it crumbled beneath him and he fell, letting go of the metal detector and bottle as he found himself falling with arms flailing down the steep slope. His mind was in shock as the world tumbled around him. The earphones were ripped from his head as he bounced off small rocks and crashed through small bushes until landing heavily at the bottom in tall grass, with a hail of wet rubble tumbling around him. He lay still for a while as the shock of the fall subsided and he began to breathe evenly. He didn’t feel injured or in pain, but he systematically moved his limbs anyway to see if he had sustained any damage. Then slowly he sat up and looked down at his torn trousers and blood seeping from a wound on his knee. He was badly bruised and could already feel some serious aches developing. The sleeve of his jacket was torn and when he wiped his face, blood showed on his hand indicating it was likely his face had sustained a few scratches. Slowly he stood up and got his balance, relieved that his injuries were not any worse and felt fortunate that his haversack had protected his back in the fall. Looking around, he noticed he had fallen into a cleft between the side of the hill and some rocks and was totally hidden from view by shrubbery at either end. If he had been badly hurt, he could have lain there for days without anyone finding him. He retrieved his energy drink from where it had rolled, and making sure he was unlikely to have another fall, took a mouthful of what was left of his drink to wash the taste of dirt from his mouth. Then he moved over to recover his metal detector, which had taken the fall with him, pulling the lead to recover his headphones.
Worried over his equipment, he quickly cleaned the apparatus with a woollen glove from his haversack, put on the headphones and switched it on to test. The dual LCD display lit up and registered a low reading showing it was not damaged and relieved he proceeded to move the metal detector over the ground