Brought in Dead
Jack Higgins
The second of two classic police thrillers featuring detective Nick Miller, set in London’s seedy underworld.After a long night on the job, Detective Sergeant Nick Miller is on his way home – only to become the first policeman at the scene of a young woman’s mysterious suicide. What’s odd is that it appears she tried to conceal her identity before doing herself in.Miller follows a hazardous trail to find the powerful man responsible for the girl’s fate, only to watch him walk out of court a free man. But the dead girl’s father swears to exact justice with or without the law on his side…
Jack Higgins
Brought in Dead
Dedication
For Dorothy Limón – a real fan
Contents
Cover (#ulink_0f0a19d3-9777-564d-b620-60d7360ddb64)
Title Page
Dedication
Publisher’s Note
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The girl was young and might have been pretty once,…
2
Detective Superintendent Bruce Grant, head of the city’s Central Division…
3
Henry Wade was fat and balding and his several chins…
4
The small office of the Stone Street Citadel was badly…
5
The door of her room was unlocked and when he…
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When Brady opened the door of the Coroner’s Court and…
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When Monica Grey opened her door and found Duncan Craig…
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Miller came awake slowly and stared up at the ceiling…
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The evening started slowly at the Berkley as it did…
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It was dark in the office except for the pool…
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The disk shot high into the air, poised for one…
12
It was raining hard when the van turned into Brag…
13
From one-thirty onwards Max Vernon knew in his heart that…
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The marsh at Grimsdyke on the river estuary was a…
About the Author
Other Books by Jack Higgins
Copyright
About the Publisher
PUBLISHER’S NOTE
Brought in Dead was first published in the UK by John Long in 1967. It was later published in paperback by Penguin but has been out of print for several years.
In 2012, it seemed to the author and his publishers that it was a pity to leave such a terrific story languishing on his shelves. So we are delighted to be able to bring back Brought in Dead for the pleasure of the vast majority of us who never had a chance to read the earlier editions.
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The girl was young and might have been pretty once, but not now. Her right eye was almost closed, the cheek mottled by livid bruises and her lips had been split by the same violent blow that had knocked out three teeth.
She hobbled painfully into the Line-Up room supported by a woman P.C., a pathetic, broken figure with a blanket over her shoulders to conceal the torn dress. Miller and Brady were sitting on a bench at the far end of the room and Brady saw her first. He tapped his companion on the shoulder and Miller stubbed out his cigarette and went to meet her.
He paused, noting her condition with a sort of clinical detachment, and the girl shrank back slightly from the strange young man with the white face and the eyes that seemed to stare right through her like dark glass.