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Body Politic - SIGNED - Paul Johnston
1997 United Kingdom hardcover first edition, first impression, H&S, London A fine book in fine unclipped dust jacket Signed on the title page by the author Tightly bound and square, clean contents and cloth The jacket has no loss or tears, clean and bright Winner of a 1997 CWA award The authors first book and the introduction of Quintilian Dalrymple A very rare book signed For Sale at £50 (approx $90) *DF7 - free delivery worldwide ! |
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The fog had now reduced visibility to a couple of vehicle lengths. Only the knowledge that the disciplined citizens of Edinburgh wouldn't be jaywalking enabled Hume 253 to head towards the Royal Mile at high speed. Fortunately there weren't any tourists around Tollcross. "Don't worry," the guardsman said cheerfully. "I passed out top of my driving course." "Great." I blinked in the chill air that was whistling in through numerous holes in the bodywork. The best of the Land-Rovers were reserved for border patrols and farm protection. "What time is it?" "Coming up to seven," Hume 253 said without taking his eyes offthe road for more than a second. "The Council's daily meeting has been brought forward an hour because of the killing. That shows you how seriously they're taking it, doesn't it, citizen?" "Call me Quint, will you?" He knew I was trying him out. "Use of first names is prohibited between auxiliaries and ordinaiy citizens. So is inducing a guardsman to break regulations." He glanced at me, then laughed. "I seem to remember that my name's Davie, Quint." |
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