It was a junket, a freebie. A 'team-building' weekend in the highlands for lawyers, advertising execs, businessmen, even the head of a charity. Oh, and a journalist, specially solicited for his renowned and voluble scepticism - Jack Parlabane. Amid the flying paintballs and flowing Shiraz even the most cynical admit the organisers have pulled some surprises - stalkers in the forest, power cuts in the night, mass mobile phone thefts, disappearing staff, disappearing guests: there's nothing can bring out people's hidden strengths or break down inter-personal barriers quite like not having a clue what's going on and being scared out of your wits. However, when the only vehicular access for thirty miles is cut off it seems that events are being orchestrated not just for pleasure … And that's before they find the first body. Thereafter, 'finding out who your colleagues really are' is not so much an end product as the key to reaching Monday morning alive.
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- 'Ingenious satire.' HEAT
- 'This is a wickedly funny crime novel.' SUNDAY TIMES
- 'Pacy, funny and genuinely thrilling… It's the kind of thing Agatha Christie would have written if she'd been off her tits on manky crack.' TIME OUT
- 'Christopher Brookmyre is a mischievious satirist, and here he is at his best.' DAILY TELEGRAPH
- 'He's a one-man delivery system for witty one-liners.' IRISH INDEPENDENT
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Published 27/01/2005
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