Spotlight: Dead Man's Time by Peter James


(October 15, Minotaur Books, HC), the 9th novel in the Roy Grace series, Superintendent Detective Roy Grace finds himself up against the most dangerous adversary yet. The story begins in 1920s New York when a five year old boy and his sister are boarding a ship to Dublin after their mother was shot and their father abducted. The boy is suddenly handed a cryptic message that will haunt him all his life and his father's pocket watch when he vows that he will return to find his father. Almost 90 years later, Detective Grace investigates a burglary in Brighton where £10m of antiques and a rare vintage watch has been taken and soon finds himself



Author Bio:
Peter James is the #1 international bestselling author of the Roy Grace series. An established film producer and scriptwriter, James lived in the U.S. for a number of years and produced films, including The Merchant Of Venice, starring Al Pacino, Jeremy Irons, and Joseph Fiennes. A TV adaptation of the Roy Grace series is currently in development, with James overseeing all aspects, including scriptwriting. In 2009 James was awarded an honorary doctorate by the University of Brighton in recognition of his services to literature and the community. He is Patron of Crimestoppers in Sussex alongside Vera Lynn and in 2012 was made Patron of The Whitehawk Inn. In 2011 James became Chair of the Crime Writers' Association. He was won many literary awards, including the publicly voted ITV3 Crime Thriller AWards People's Bestseller Dagger in 2011 and was shortlisted for the Wellcome Trust Book Prize for Perfect People in 2012. James' novels have been translated into thirty-six languages and three have been turned into films. All of his novels reflect a deep interest in the world of the police, with whom he does in-depth research and has unprecedented access, as well as science, medicine, and the paranormal. James divides his time between his homes in Notting Hill in London and near Brighton in Sussex.

Excerpt:

The boy's father kissed him goodnight for the last time - although neither of them knew that.
The boy never went to sleep until he had had that kiss. Every night, late, long after he had gone to bed, he would lie waiting in the darkness, until he heard the door of his room open, and saw the light flood in from the landing. Then the shadowy figure and the sound of his father's heavy footsteps across the bare boards. 'Hey, little guy, you still awake?' he would say in his low, booming voice.










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