18, WG16, E17, / NG2, D1, B1, C0, Frz0, NA0

Stuart MacBride, A Dark so Deadly

Auch beim zweiten Wiederlesen und obwohl ich noch wußte wer der Mörder war, faszinierte der Oldcastle-Standalone aufs Neue, vor allem gegen Schluss, wo der geschundene Callum McGregor endlich fast aus seiner Misere heraus ist und im Misfit Mob von Oldcastle seine verdiente Anerkennung findet. Ich schenkte mir die Rückblicke in die Kindheit des Mörders diesmal weitgehend und konzentrierte mich auf die Gegenwart, die wieder so spannend war, dass ich das Buch kaum weglegen mochte. Und natürlich herrlich abgedreht und urschottisch-schwarzhumorig wie immer.

'Wow.' Callum frowned out at the acres and acres of black-plastic bags. Suppose it wasn't that surprising the tip was hoaching with corpses - if you had to dispose of a body, where better than here? Clearly the city's criminal element didn't approve of littering.
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'I get it: your boyfriend, Mark, is a dick who thinks whatever he wants is more important than what you want.' The houses were getting bigger with every street. 'And do you know why he thinks that?'
Franklin scowled straight ahead, mouth clamped shut.
'Because he's a dick.' Callum turned in his seat. 'And do you know what? He's a merchant banker - that was your clue, right there. Take a left at the roundabout and it should be about halfway down.'
'He wasn't a dick when I met him.'
'Yeah, well, you know the old saying: some men are born dicks, some have dickishness thrust upon them, and some achieve dickosity all on their own.' He gave her a smile. 'I'm paraphrasing a bit.'
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(Stuart MacBride, A Dark so Deadly, 2017)