Playing Dead
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Playing Dead
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ナレーター：
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Karen Cass
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著者：
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Jessie Keane
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Annie Carter is back…
She was a madam in a brothel and a gangster’s moll, but now her protection is gone and her enemies are closing in.
1971, London gang boss Annie Carter Barolli is living the New York high life with the feared mafia godfather Constantine Barolli. Then family tragedy strikes, leaving only Annie, Constantine’s sister Gina and his three children alive, and now they’re in terrible danger. And what’s worse – it signals a major shift in mafia power.
Annie returns to London with her daughter Layla, pursued by a hit man. Someone wants her dead and the only way she can stay alive is to find out who’s paying for the contract and to strike first.
Then, the reappearance of an old East End face sparks a shocking suspicion – the possibility that Max Carter, Annie’s first and greatest love, didn’t die two years ago, as she had been led to believe.
Has he truly just been playing dead?
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'Fans of Martina Cole will love this' Teesside Evening Gazette
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‘This is a riveting story, with gutsy, gritty characters and a genuine feel for the period.’ Books Monthly
‘A cracking story from a great new writer’ Mandasue Heller
'Jessie Keane gives us a fascinating insight into the rivalries and lifestyles of those who make fortunes out of a criminal way of life and of the lowlifes that carry out their orders.' Lincolnshire Echo
'Perfect for fans of Martina Cole and Lynda La Plante' Glamour
'Gritty and powerful, Martina Cole fans will love this addictive novel' Closer
'This is the sort of competition Martina Cole could do without and if Keane does hit the No. 1 spot it could be handbags, or more likely knuckledusters, at dawn' The Northern Echo