Download Death of a Macho Man (Hamish Macbeth, Book 12) by M. C. Beaton PDF

By M. C. Beaton

Unique booklet: 1996

When Hamish Macbeth, neighborhood constable of the Scottish village of Lochdubh, attempts to wreck up one of many many fights concerning Randy Duggan, the ruffian demanding situations him to a fistfight. yet at the selected day, Duggan is located shot to loss of life and Macbeth is rumored to be the most likely suspect. Macbeth needs to locate the assassin, transparent his identify, and fix his Highland paradise to its traditional tranquility.

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Whoever turns up," Andreas said, with a groan. His friend's simplemindedness was unbearable. "What a shitload of trouble it is to live in a society that charges forty kroner for a pint. If we want to have any fun tonight, we're going to need at least a thousand," Zipp said. The sea poured in over the shore, grayish green, foaming, and ice-cold. They came to an old dilapidated clubhouse. Outside it, pieces of broken patio furniture had been piled into a heap, a Midsummer bonfire that would never be lit.

The maneuver was pitifully obvious; he wondered what had inspired it. Maybe it was the foaming sea, blocking her path on one side, or maybe the child, the responsibility for someone other than herself. Or the fact that they were male: a sudden fear. Besides, the wind was fierce and the waves were slamming hard against the shore. No one would hear her if she yelled. Andreas stopped, shook his head, and stared after her. She turned around, wary. He reacted fast and made a helpless gesture with his hands.

Andreas was the only guy who worked there. Andreas knew that Zipp's father had died years ago, but he couldn't remember what his name was or how he had died. He also knew that Zipp was unemployed and was always bumming money from him. He liked having company and he owned a car. The car had belonged to his father, of course. Zipp's mother didn't know how to drive, but she did pay for the gas. She did shift work at some kind of home. Andreas rarely saw her—almost always, she was either at work or asleep.

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