The Fourth Cart I

The Fourth Cart I

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Imagine you and your mates did something bad in your youth. Like committing a crime so appalling that you can't speak of it for fear of losing everything you hold dear; your wife, children, reputation. So you bottle it up, hope to god no one talks. But then imagine, twenty years on, those youthful misdemeanours have earned you a place on a brutal killer's deathlist. Would you confess to the police, point the finger of suspicion, rat on your mates? Or would you keep schtum? It's an uncompromising dilemma, as Nick Price and DCI Jack Magee are about to more

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  • Paperback | 274 pages
  • 152.4 x 228.6 x 15.75mm | 476.27g
  • Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1514303507
  • 9781514303504

About MR Stephen R P Bailey

I was born in Lewes, East Sussex in the United Kingdom, in 1958 into a family whose roots in the town can be traced back more than 300 years. After attending local primary school, I was fortunate enough to attend Eastbourne College where I thoroughly enjoyed academic life and sports. After graduating from University of Warwick I qualified as a Chartered Accountant and persevered with a professional career in London for a few years. In 1989, I moved to Bangkok and worked for a while as a fashion model, a television extra, a news presenter for Radio Thailand and a teacher before securing a permanent job with an international accounting firm. I lived a carefree, hedonistic existence in Bangkok for ten years. For most of my time there I lived in King Mansion in Sathorn Road, the sort of hotel where police and immigration department raids were not uncommon. Many of King Mansion's residents were eccentric; many sought the anonymity only a cheap hotel could offer. Residents got murdered, disappeared without trace, died in horrendous accidents or simply got arrested for their nefarious activities. Living there taught me a lot about human life. It was a place where bizarre stories would frequently be heard in the coffee shop. Needless to say, my life in Thailand was more