Lucky Shot

Nine years in a Spanish prison gave Neville Stroud plenty of time to count. His wife walked out. His daughter stopped writing. His business partner died inside. And the four friends who ran his product into Trentbridge walked free the morning the Guardia Civil came through his gates.

Somebody talked. Neville has it down to four names.

Now he’s home, with a dead man’s fortune, a legitimate accountancy certificate and a plan that runs to the minute. Four Friday nights. Four old friends. And a private hunt in the grounds of Trentham Gardens, where the richest men on earth have paid a quarter of a million pounds each for a night nobody is supposed to survive.

Detective Inspector Eden Gold is counting bodies. Former detective James Sheldon is closer to it than he knows. And Neville’s estranged daughter, Chloe, is about to find out what her father really came back for.

Revenge is the only job where you can’t afford to invoice the wrong man.

Totally unpredictable. Eleven books in, and still not your usual crime novel series.

Perfect for readers who like their villains clever, their twists late, and their answers coming from the one direction they never checked.