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- ISBN 9781036708528
- Dimensions: 129 x 198mm
- Publication Date: 25 Sep 2025
- Publisher: Vinci Books
- Publication City/Country: GB
- Product Form: Paperback
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Why can’t I turn down a woman in distress?
I just took a case from the tearful, but very rich, widow whose husband supposedly died at the hands of a century-old phantom. He was the owner of Barker Steel Mill and it doesn’t take me long to realise that something very weird is going on there.
Everyone is lying to me about everything but my toughest test is dealing with the aftermath of my stupid decision to hire Amanda Harper. Not that she isn’t talented, intelligent, and capable, because she is. She is also drop-dead gorgeous and massively distracting.
She’ll prove to be an asset no doubt, assuming we live through the week that is.
The paranormal? It’s all nonsense, but proving it might just get me killed.
When Steve Higgs wrote his debut novel, Paranormal Nonsense, he was a captain in the British Army. He would like to pretend that he had one of those careers that must be blacked out and generally denied by the government, and that he has to change his name and move constantly because he is still on the watch list in several countries. In truth, though, he started out as a mechanic - not like Jason Statham in the film by that name, sneaking around as a hitman, but more like one of those sleazy guys who charges a fortune and keeps your car for a week even though the only thing you went in for was a squeaky door hinge.
At school, he was largely disinterested in all subjects except creative writing, for which he won his first prize at the age of ten. However, calling it the first prize he won suggests that there were other prizes, which is not the case. Awards may yet come, but in the meantime, he enjoys writing mystery and thriller novels and claims to have more than a hundred books forming a restless queue in his mind because they are desperate to be written. Now retired from the military, he lives in southeast England with a duo of lazy sausage dogs. Surrounded by rolling hills, brooding castles, and vineyards, he doubts he'll ever leave, the beer is just too good.
