'Within the space of ninety late afternoon minutes I had snorted up a quarter-gram of coke, smoked an eighth of blinding kif and then knocked back a half pint of 80- proof home-grown aguardiente. It was reasonable to expect that I might be feeling a little off-centre.'
Martin, an assuming, apathetic, amoral, yet eminently likeable character lives just in from the costa dealing to get by but dreams of expanding his business into a real money-spinner. When an old acquaintance turns up on his doorstep and promptly dies, leaving behind five kilos of high-quality cocaine, Martin realises his dream could come true without him actually having to do any work. But then the owners of the coke turn up, just a little bit upset that their property has gone missing . . .
Written with incredible pace and a truly original humour we follow Martin across the unforgiving landscape of rural Spain as, through a combination of bad luck, stupidity and downright betrayal, his situation becomes ever more desperate.
- 'As vivid and convincing as I've read. No-one can be trusted….the only certainty is betrayal' - CHRISTOPHER BROOKMYRE
- ‘As vivid and convincing as I’ve read . . . No one can be trusted. The only certainty is betrayal’
- Christopher Brookmyre
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Published 05/06/2003