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The Sporran Connection [Bob Burns Investigates Series Book 2] [Secure Microsoft Reader/Adobe]
eBook by Peter Kerr
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eBook Category: Mystery/Crime/Mystery/Crime
eBook Description:  In this, the second humour-laced Bob Burns mystery, the droll Scottish detective is once again aided by his game-for-anything forensic scientist lady friend, Julie Bryson, and abetted by keener-than-smart rookie detective, Andy Green. The investigation of a bizarre murder in a small Scottish town rapidly enmeshes the trio in a complicated web of international intrigue and Caledonian skulduggery, as the action shifts to Sicily, New York and a remote Hebridean island, where the line between the good guys and the bad guys becomes increasingly blurred. After many a Highland shenanigan, including a vital kilt-raising stunt by Andy Green, the mystery is finally solved ... or is it?
eBook Publisher: Accent Press/Accent
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2007
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Available eBook Formats [Secure Microsoft Reader/Adobe - What's this?]: SECURE MICROSOFT READER FORMAT [385 KB] - Requires Microsoft Reader 2.1.1 for PCs, or Microsoft Reader 2.2.2 on Pocket PC 2002 handheld devices. Some older Pocket PCs can be upgraded. Learn More., SECURE ADOBE FORMAT [3.9 MB]
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Microsoft Reader ISBN, Adobe Acrobat Reader ISBN, MobiPocket Reader ISBN: 1905170831
 
WELL, OK, IT WAS more than ten years old, but so what?
It only had twenty-thousand on the clock, genuine, and it
looked as if it had just rolled out of the showroom.
Immaculate paintwork gleaming white, even the tyres
buffed up to a deep black lustre that you could comb your
hair in. And let?s face it, even if it was just the basic,
entry-model Ford Sierra, some low-profile rubber on a set
of sporty alloys, along with a snazzy Cosworth boot
badge and a brace of rally seats (all nicked from one of
the wrecks in the police-car graveyard, of course), and
this motor would be the business. Young Andy Green
was well chuffed.
Yeah, that old bloke had really looked after this wee
beauty. Treated it like a baby. Never took it out in the
rain. Scarcely ever took it out of the garage since his wife
died a couple of years back, according to the neighbours.
Too bad about his old lady snuffing it, right enough. But
still, it?s an ill wind?
Andy flicked an imaginary grain of dust off the
dashboard, adjusted his fake Ray-Bans, lowered the
driver?s window and stuck his elbow out, adopting the
customary cruiser-poser?s position. This performance was
for the benefit of two demure-looking young ladies in a
Renault Clio, which he now proceeded to overtake in a
tyre-smoking scream of maximum revs. He glanced in his
rear-view mirror, electing to interpret the young ladies?
one-fingered salutes as a sign of approbation, and trying
hard to convince himself that he was unable to lip-read
their concerted yells of, ?WANKER!?
Stuff them, anyway. After all, he wasn't just another
country bobby doing the school crossing patrols at a onehorse
place like Haddington any more. He was in the
Edinburgh CID now ? a bona fide big-city dick. So, who
needed ten-a-penny hick slappers like that pair? from one of the self-service pumps. So distracted was he
that he hadn't even noticed the glamorous young woman
behind the wheel of a red Alfa Romeo Spider drophead,
parked over by the carwash. She watched Andy closely
for a few moments, then drove unhurriedly over and
stopped at the pump opposite him.
Andy Green noticed her then all right. Wow! Talk
about your drop-dead, classy babes. This one had it all,
and then some!
And she made sure that young Green saw just enough
of it to hold his interest in eye-popping mesmerism, her
concessions to modesty confined to the limits of decency
by the brevity of her skirt and the depth of her neckline.
She slunk cat-like from her car.
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