“Book Descriptions: “I need someone. For a special job. I was told you would be the man.” He was a tall, middle-aged man, smartly dressed in a dark suit and long overcoat. He had grey hair and grey eyes. He spoke quietly with the cool authority of an army officer or a psychopath.
I was trying to imagine the sort of job someone would pay two grand for. I knew it could only mean one sort. It was exactly the sort of job I didn’t want.
London 1966 Kennick is a down-at-heel private investigator. Divorces, runaway kids, shop assistants who embezzle the petty cash – those are the kind of jobs he prefers. Dull jobs. Safe jobs. But he has other, more deadly talents. When some people from his past turn up, they want him to do a special kind of job – a Kill Job.” DRIVE