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Hands of the Traitor [A Matt Rider Detective Thriller] [MultiFormat]
eBook by Christopher Wright
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eBook Category: Mystery/Crime/Suspense/Thriller
eBook Description: Private investigator Matt Rider wants to find out if his grandfather killed Sophie Bemay, and uncovers an appalling international secret. Domestic Chemicals, a New York company owned by the Heinman dynasty, made poison gas for Nazi Germany. And now the past is back to haunt them--like the bloated corpse Frank B Heinman saw rising to the surface in the East River as a boy. Matt Rider in England and Frank Heinman in New York are on a collision course. The ex-president of Domestic Chemicals will make sure no one stays alive if he sees them as a danger to the company. Matt Rider just wants the truth. Hands of the Traitor is the first Matt Rider detective thriller. [Interior Illustrations by Charles W. Zietlow]
eBook Publisher: Hard Shell Word Factory, Published: 2004
Fictionwise Release Date: November 2004
This eBook is part of the following series:
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [1.5 MB], eReader (PDB) [272 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [265 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [238 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [221 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [272 KB], hiebook (KML) [622 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [330 KB], iSilo (PDB) [219 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [274 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [317 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [359 KB]
Words: 80496
Reading time: 229-321 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 0-7599-3580-2
 
"Jumping from year to year was quite disconcerting at first but once the rhythm was set. Within the story, you became used to it. In fact this tale from Christopher Wright wouldn't really have worked any other way. This, I believe, is one of the books in the 'Matt Ryde' series and if the rest turn out to be as well written as this one, then I will look forward to reading the others with pleasure."--Mycall, Lighthouse Literary Reviews
Chapter One England—Friday HE DIDN'T MEAN to touch her hand. It was just that they both reached for the same book at the same time. He'd not even realized she was standing so close. Matt Rider laughed, mostly to cover his embarrassment. Medical textbooks were new territory for him. He hoped she wouldn't think he wanted this volume for any personal reason. It was then that he became aware of her perfume. "I am sorry," she said, pulling her hand back quickly. The accent sounded French. "Vous êtes française?" It was worth a try. She smiled as she nodded, but said nothing. "I'm Matt." He spoke English now. It wouldn't do to show off. "Matt Rider." "Zoé Champanelle," she said. It wasn't only her perfume. Her whole body… "You are a doctor?" she asked. It was a reasonable question. The medical book he'd reached for was large. And very expensive. "I'm a private investigator." She caught his eye for a moment, a glance that not only shot him through the heart but hit him lower down too. Then she looked away, and back again briefly, still smiling. "And I am a nurse. Bonjour, Matt." She was picking him up. He was sure of it. Their hands hadn't touched accidentally. Her move had been deliberate, the timing perfect. He wanted to talk but felt tongue-tied. His friends would laugh if they could witness this fiasco. Fortunately there was no one here who knew him. "I'm doing this for my grandfather." He didn't have to explain. "He is a doctor?" "He's not well." This was getting too complex. He'd say too much and regret it. "If you're not busy, we could…" She looked interested. At least, he thought she did. * * * * THE SINGLE SECURITY light flashed unsteadily as a sheet of rain swept across the road. Matt Rider flicked the wipers to high speed and stared at the side door of the electrical warehouse. He could swear he'd seen it swing shut a moment ago. He should be home with Louise, not driving around on his own like this, late at night. But Louise had left him. For a moment all he could see was the French woman in the bookshop. Copyright © 2004 Christopher Wright
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