Taking Pity (Detective Sergeant McAvoy)
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It’s been three months since Detective Sergeant Aector McAvoy returned home, or what was left of it after a horrific tragedy. All that remained was charred masonry, broken timbers, and dried blood—a crude reminder of the home invasion and explosion that tore his house and family apart. McAvoy’s wife and daughter are safe, he’s been assured; he just wishes he knew where they were.
As McAvoy wrestles with his guilt, self-hatred, and helplessness, trouble persists in stormy Hull. Organized crime emerges as the city’s latest threat, with two warring factions leaving plenty of bodies for Detective Superintendent Trish Pharaoh and her unit to clean up. Now more than ever, Pharaoh needs her sergeant to return to work and be a policeman again. She gives McAvoy a case that’s supposed to ease him back into the game: a re-investigation of a rural quadruple murder that was put to bed fifty years ago. But what was supposed to be a cut-and-dry job quickly unravels as McAvoy digs up new evidence and witness testimonies, steering him closer to some of the most notorious criminals in northern England.
Fast-paced, noir-ish and fresh off the heels of Sorrow Bound’s violent finale, Taking Pity is the latest page-turning installment in the gripping Detective McAvoy series. Hailed by The New York Times as being “in the honorable tradition of Joseph Wambaugh and Ed McBain,” David Mark’s police procedurals are smart, dark, and above all, wholly captivating.
conversations we had while waiting for a variety of doctors, nurses, and well-wishers to come and fix the things that were knackering his body. We sadly lost Mike before he could see this book on the shelves, but wherever he may be, I’d love for him to know how much I admire him. He was a good copper, and a better man. Tall, clever, patient, and loving; it pains me not to have noticed how very “McAvoy” he was until so late. Finally, thanks to family and friends. Rob, you’re the best first reader
will bring the roof in on Audrey George. She seems to read his mind. “I’m no spring chicken, Sergeant. Whatever will be will be.” “I could have a look at it, before I go,” he says, rising. “Might just need the gable end repointed . . .” Audrey puts out a hand to stop him. “If you did everything today, you’d have no reason to come back, would you. And I hope you do.” McAvoy stays where he is, half risen. He feels like he is trapped midway into a curtsy. He straightens his back and readjusts
you want to find his monster because you need his help. You’ve shown your protégés what to do and now they’re branching out. But they’ve branched out in the wrong direction, mate. They’ve hurt somebody they shouldn’t have hurt. And they’ve pissed me off.” After a pause of a few heartbeats, Pharaoh hears the man clear his throat. “My apology last night was genuine,” he says. “I am sorry this situation has arisen. Perhaps you are right. Perhaps we have expanded too soon. But we do hope to trim
Ray doesn’t know what he intends to do. He fancies it will involve violence of some sort but he is more likely to simply stick his dick through the bastard’s letter box and piss all over his hallway carpet. He staggers up the driveway. Thuds against the front door and slides down the wood. He rests his head against the glass of the bay window. Wonders if it would be a bad idea to fall asleep. A moment later, Ray opens his eyes with a start. He feels dull-headed and fuzzy. Feels dry-mouthed and
give the copper just enough. Needs to put his face in the light and let the big, ginger bastard decide what he sees. The call is answered on the eighth ring. A Scottish voice, whispering, as if trying not to wake a sleeping child. “Sergeant,” says Mahon. “I have a nagging suspicion you’ve found some old friends of mine. We really should talk. Can we meet?” • • • MCAVOY CAN’T GET the sensation of bone off his hands. It feels as though his palm is still holding the cold, rigid femur with