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Liza is at the end of her tether. The only way she can see out of her situation is to turn to her husband's ex-boss, the gangster Mr Suit, for help.In doing so, she sets in motion a chain of events that will keep the reader on the edge of their seat from beginning to end.The latest in the series of tremendous work from the author of DIRTY OLD TOWN (AND OTHER STORIES); IN LOCO PARENTIS; and SMOKE who is also the co-editor of volumes 1 and 2 of PULP INK.'The prose is tight rope taut and the plotting first class. The central character of Liza is well drawn and the drip feed of her commentary about Archie's feelings is brilliantly done. Mr Suit is suitably odious without straying in to cliche...'Mr Suit' is a tense and thrilling novella which deserves a place on your bookshelf.' Crimesquad.com'I can whole-heartedly recommend this one.' Heath Lowrance (City Of Heretics)'At the risk of setting expectations too high let me say that it's something along the lines of Elmore Leonard meets James M. Cain by way of a Guy Ritchie movie.' Devil Monkey (Amazon review)'A tremendous writer.' Donald Ray Pollock (The Devil All The Time)'A rare talent.' Allan Guthrie (Bye Bye Baby)'Along the lines of Elmore Leonard meets James M. Cain by way of a Guy Ritchie movie.' Devil_Monkey (Amazon reviewer)'It might be a small package, but it packs a hefty punch.' Peter Carroll (In Many Ways)'Highly recommended.' Michael Stanley (Inspector Kobo Investigates)'Cracking!' Paul D Brazill (13 Shots Of Noir)'I can wholeheartedly recommend this one.' Heath Lowrance (City Of Heretics)'Based on a cocktail of murder and greed but interestingly spiced with something different.' Keith Nixon (The Fix)'A stylish noir farce.' McDroll (Feeling It)

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Publié par	Sea Minor
Date de parution	12 novembre 2012
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781301001538
Langue	English

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Mr Suit

by nigel bird

Published by nigel bird, 2013.
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

MR SUIT

First edition. July 21, 2013.
Copyright 2013 nigel bird.

ISBN: 978-1301001538

Written by nigel bird.

10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1
Table of Contents
Mr Suit
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Thanks

for the birds
Also by Nigel Bird
Dirty Old Town (andother stories)
Beat On The Brat (andother stories)
With Love And Squalor
Into Thin Air
Smoke
In Loco Parentis
Nigel s work also in:
Speedloader
True Brit Grit
Grimm Tales
Pulp Ink
Mammoth Best BritishCrime 8
Mammoth Best BritishCrime 9
Protectors
Both Barrels
Chapter 1
T heurge to hit out at her husband grew inside Liza like Triffids. Living like thiswas driving her insane. She moved her hands behind her back and gripped tightlyto her chunky bangles to make sure a slap didn t escape her thoughts.
This was going to be a special day, so she d chosen a special outfit to match,the daffodil yellow two-piece she d worn on their honeymoon. It clung to her aswell now as it had done in Majorca the day after their wedding. The low cut ofher dress and the dizzying height of the hem of her skirt were perfect for whatshe had in mind.
Whenshe finally found out for certain that she d married a gangster, Liza got usedto the idea that Archie might end up doing a spell in prison. Even so, thiswasn t what she had in mind. Locked-in Syndrome had never entered the picture.She d always thought of him behind bars on 3 square meals a day, not as thisliving shadow of a man.
Archieclosed his eyelids:
1,2, 3 blinks - C .
Ittook so long for him to tell her anything.
Liza sbody filled with impatience top to toe, like cement was being poured into herfrom a great height. Felt like her head was a pressure cooker needing to letoff steam. She twisted her slender fingers into her long, blond hair, everhopeful she might make it curl. When the twists became tight enough the rootslifted her scalp. She pulled as hard as she could for as long as she could bearthe pain.
4,5, 6 ...
Itwasn t his fault, after all. A bullet to the brain would have done for anyone.Still, it was difficult to see the man she married in the wilting frame beforeher, head lolling into the wheelchair s rest, the residue of dribble crustingat the corners of his mouth and leaving slug trails down his black beard.
7,8, 9 ...
Tilldeath do us part. That s what they d promised each other all those yearsearlier, three grown up children and two dogs later. And they d meant it at thetime.
Theyhadn t been an average family, not with Archie s line of work, but there hadalways been plenty of money around. They d mixed with the well-to-do lot theymet at the independent schools their children attended. Not that the quality ofthe company had raised their status or that the children s education had mademuch difference. They never really managed to clean the muck from their workingclass roots. Couldn t shake the feeling that everyone was looking down at them.
Jenny,their eldest, had turned to dancing to get her away from home. Was workingcruise ships on the Med. They hardly heard from her unless she needed cash.
Themiddle child, Greg, had been to university. Not to Oxbridge. Not even to theNorth East. Took a third-class degree in sports psychology with him when heleft the University of North London; his grandparents would have been so proud.Shame he hadn t managed to find a job after graduating. He spent most of histime down the bookies or perfecting the art of game-playing on the X-Box thesedays.
Miriamwas the youngest. She was also the black sheep. Left school with noqualifications to her name and nothing going for her other than that she had abody that was a carbon copy of her mum s - shapely legs, tight buttocks, tinywaist, pert breasts and a beauty spot just above her lip on the right-hand sideof her face. Since the age of 16 she d been dating minor celebrities andappearing in the paper from time-to-time. She d slowly worked her way up tofootballers from the lower leagues, but the latest flame had been kept a secretfor over a month. Must have been someone very important for her to keep hermouth shut for so long.
MostlyLiza s family were a typical dysfunctional unit. Until the shooting that was.
Sincethen it had been a nightmare. All Liza could think about was stopping it all.And Archie felt just the same.
Endit, he d tell her. Plese. He never could spell. Never saw the need to learn.Breaking bones and intimidating the opposition didn t really require that kindof muscle.
10,11, 12...
She dthought about doing it. A pillow over the head. Crushed meds in his food. Thingwas she still loved him in a funny kind of way. Enough to keep her from doinganything about it. And even if all her feelings had gone, she didn t fancycopping a murder charge.
That swhy she was off to see Mr Suit Martin.
Anythingyou want. Just name it, Mr Suit had said. And up until then he d been true tohis word. Paid for a nurse for a couple of hours a day. Bought in some respitecare at the weekends. Forked out for all the hospital bills.
12 th letter. L.
Loveyou too, Liza said, leaning over and kissing Archie on the cheek, checking hermakeup in the chrome of the chair as she got close. The mascara showed off herblue eyes nicely and she thought the flicks at the end of her lids made herlook like a fair-haired Cleopatra. Got to rush. Won t be long. If I get heldup, one of the nurses will be here at 3.
Hestarted blinking again.
Lizadidn t have the time to mess around. Pretended not to notice her husband spleading.
Sheturned up the volume on the snooker with the remote and shifted him round sothat he faced the TV.
Herbag was all ready by the coffee grinder. She grabbed it and ran for the door.Wondered if Mr Suit was going to do the right thing by them in their hour ofneed and just how far she might have to go to persuade him. It was time theboss made right for what he d done once and for all.
Chapter 2
T hemeeting took place in the breakfast room.
Lizahad been escorted there by someone she hadn t seen before, a tall, black guywith a goatee beard who wore sunglasses even though the lights in the houseweren t on.
Shewas grateful for the assistance - these Millionaire s Row mansions might notlook like much from outside the big iron fences, but inside they were likewarrens. Last time she d been there, she d had to take a pee in a sauna becauseshe d forgotten the directions to the bathroom.
Thesun shone through the glass patio doors and brightened the place up enormously.That was the cue for the escort to take off his sunglasses.