Ah, where but in Scotland? Wisecracking his way to revenge through grand theft, a brainy bank thief finds romance with the daredevil policewoman sworn to apprehend him. How could she resist the charm of his MO, involving as it does clowns with the names of surrealist and Dadaist artists. And how could he resist her impenetrable Scottish accent, which with the heavy doses of Scots slang makes a third of the book unintelligible? After an extended prologue served up by gravel-voiced Lesley Mackie, Terry Wale takes over with a fine appreciation of the book's humor and irony. If only she had more skill in playing them! She is strident and often impossible for American ears to understand. Y.R. © AudioFile 2005, Portland, Maine--
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Their eyes met across a crowded room. She was just a poor servant girl and he was the son of a rich industrialist. Er, no, this is a Christopher Brookmyre novel, although the eyes meeting across a crowded room part is true. Where it differs from the fairy tales is that the room in question was crowded with hostages and armed bank-robbers, and his eyes were the only part of him she could see behind the mask. He is an art-thief par excellence and she is a connoisseur of crooks. Her job is to hunt him to extinction; his is to avoid being caught and he also has a secret agenda more valuable than anything he might steal. There are risks he can take without jeopardising his plans. He can afford to play cat-and-mouse with the female cop who's on his tail; it might even arguably be necessary. What he can't afford is to let her get too close: he could could end up in jail or, even more scary, he could end up in love ...Visit the author's website at www.brookmyre.co.uk
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