2 edition of Civvies found in the catalog.
Lynda La Plante
Originally published: London : Sinclair-Stevenson, 1992.
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His suitcase was packed, lying on top of the four grey blankets, plumbline straight and squared off at the foot of the bed; just a couple of things for his leather grip on the four-drawer chest, and that was that. Jimmy glanced down. Those new recruits he'd seen arriving earlier would be standing in front of the old war-horse in a few days, lined up with their instructors for the course photograph. About to brush past, Dillon stopped dead in his tracks. Unshaven, bloated and boozed out, Steve 'the Puller' Harris, renowned for his sexual exploits, not allowed near anyone's wife, or sister, and on one occasion, Smother Smith's mother! Can't keep a good prick down.
He's okay. She must decide if she will risk her life to bring the killer to justice simply to claim the reward, or if she should leave the task to someone more experience, more willing, and more trusting than she will ever be able to trust herself after her difficult and harrowing past. We ask that you are respectful of all our customers and the cultures and identities that are represented in our merchandise. She tugged her cardigan straight and folded her arms, glaring at the table, moved specially into the centre of the small living-room for the occasion, laden with plates of sandwiches, cakes, biscuits, bowls of peanuts, even a bottle of sparkling Spanish wine. She dipped in and out of screenwriting and acting, best known for her magnificient work on the Prime Suspect televisions series. The Gents' toilets consisted of two cubicles, one already occupied, and as Dillon stood back to let someone pass, he glimpsed Malone entering the other.
Michael A. Harry again took the entire weight on his back, sweat dripping off his chin, and snarled at Jimmy, 'Go on, move her — I can't hold on much longer. About to brush past, Dillon stopped dead in his tracks. Dillon stood, holding onto the swaying truck as it bumped over potholes to the road, seeing them lift the body bags, so very carefully and gently, and slide them into the military ambulance.
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By late Septemberhowever, the situation seems to have eased somewhat. Christ, if he had a quid for every time he and Susie had bopped to 'Great Balls of Fire'… go for it, Killer!
Or very nearly — but sufficiently in control to keep the slur out of his voice, Dillon hoped. The issue is that, in this instance, there is a huge prize is she should win, and a huge price if she should fail. Hoisting Billy in a shoulder-lift, Dillon gripped the banister rail and hauled himself up the narrow staircase.
Dillon had promised 'his lads' a barnstorming binge, and Sergeant Dillon always delivered. A Radio One DJ was babbling something about Red Nose Day as he went through the double-doors and ran along the covered walkway to the NCO's billet, feeling the sting of cold rain whipping through.
First call had to be the ex-Paras' watering-hole. A couple of them managed to, the third couldn't, lying face down with his legs trapped. Then the roof caved in, a massive oak beam smashing across Taffy's shoulders and pinning him to the floor.
The truck was chugging blue diesel fumes, the tailboard down, and Dillon was about to climb aboard when he stopped and went rigid. Harry was there too, the combined strength of the three of them hurling the beam away so that it swung in a wide arc, hanging in space, and then came hurtling down, smashing through the floor with a crash that shook the building to its foundations.
Dillon pushed the others aside, growling in his throat to get at the yellow bastard, beat the holy shit out of him.
He's a bloody liability. Directly above, one of the severed oak beams, a good half ton of it, made an ominous groaning sound and started to slant down.
Some of them would jack it in tomorrow, Dillon knew, others not last till the end of the week. God knows how Taffy had done it, Dillon thought… the bloke was asbestos, somehow finding them in there and smashing his way out through a rear window, bringing them out alive with hardly a scorch mark apiece.
The worst part of all is when Page discovers that her colleagues have already determined Cindy is the killer, and have charged her with the act. And even when the truck turned and the sight was hidden from view, Dillon continued to stare out. Don't let it go to waste — she chewed, grimacing — even if it was fish paste.
This world is fine - Goodness Gracious! A chunk of concrete hit the table-top and Harry's legs buckled. Couldn't remember, as if it made any bleeding difference.
They groaned in union and threw a few choice curses as they extricated themselves from Harry's fumes. Behind Dillon, Jimmy halted halfway up the stairs and looked anxiously down. We buy for cash most every day on a first-come, first-serve basis.
They'd take over where he left off. Keep me steady!
He took a deep gulping swallow, head thrown back, and plonked the glass down, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Otherwise known Civvies book the Cold series. He jerked his thumb, glancing towards the green light that glowed above the entrance to a club, half a block along on the opposite side.
She stepped round the children's bikes and picked up the phone. A girl, seventeen or thereabouts, lank mousy hair tied back in a pony-tail, was standing outside one of the Ladies' cubicles opposite, tapping ungently on the door with bitten fingernails painted a day-glo yellow.
Jimmy hesitated, watching the nurse lightly wrap and tie a bandage around the raw wound.Civvies has amazing one of a kind items to make your wardrobe shine in a crowd. CIVVIES NEW HAVEN OPEN WEDNESDAY THROUGH SUNDAY NOON - 6.
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