Dead Right
More Acclaim for
Dead Right
“This novel is Robinson at his best. A well plotted whodunnit, with solid characters and writings.”
—
The Gazette
(Montreal)
“Dead-on again … There is a sense of an older style of mystery writing at work within his series, a throwback to Josephine Tey and Ngaio Marsh … With nine Inspector Banks novels under his belt, Robinson has delivered enough installments now to make for a satisfying long read, beginning with
Gallow’s View
and culminating with
Dead Right
.”
—
Edmonton Journal
“A very satisfying read … Like the late, great Raymond Chandler, Peter Robinson writes good mysteries laced with social comment.”
—
Calgary Herald
“You can maintain the quality in a series if you just pay careful attention to the details. Robinson does … This book is full of good characters and topical relevance. Robinson knows how to make a moral point and not lose sight of the story.”
—
The Globe and Mail
“
Dead Right
is vintage Robinson, with his unusual knack for taking the headlines and transforming them into psychological thrillers.”
—
Winnipeg Free Press
“Elegantly crafted.”
—
The Hamilton Spectator
Acclaim for
Innocent Graves
“Robinson adds another level of nuance to his already fully dimensioned fiction and takes a quantum leap as a writer.”
—
Publishers Weekly
(starred review)
“Robinson’s work has an energy and imagination that makes it as fresh as it was in the beginning. In fact, this novel is one of the top three so far. This one is good right to the end.”
—
The Globe and Mail
“The characters have complexity and the issues range broad and deep, raising interesting moral questions about bigotry, class privilege and the terrible crime of being different.”
—The New York Times Book Review
Acclaim for
Wednesday’s Child
“His best work yet ... You really won’t put this one down until the final paragraph.”
—
The Globe and Mail
“He is steadily ascending toward the pinnacle of crime fiction.”
—
Publishers Weekly
“With
Wednesday’s Child
, Peter Robinson shows himself to be one of the very best crime novelists, and much more in control of his material and disturbing in his vision than certain much lauded composers of ‘psychological’ crime fiction ... This is a superb book, and disturbing.”
—
Books in Canada
Acclaim for
In a Dry Season
“The successful combination of the personal and the professional makes
In a Dry Season
another Robinson winner, well-written, deftly plotted and satisfyingly complete.”
—
The London Free Press
“Peter Robinson is an expert plotter with an eye for telling detail … The characters have complexity and the issues range broad and deep.”
—
The New York Times Book Review
“Those who have not discovered Peter Robinson’s literary procedurals should not miss
In a Dry Season
. A seamless weaving of the past and present, with each illuminating the other.”
—
San Antonio Express-News
PENGUIN CANADA
DEAD RIGHT
PETER ROBINSON
grew up in Leeds, Yorkshire. He emigrated to Canada in 1974 and attended York University and the University of Windsor, where he was later writer-in-residence. His many awards include five Arthur Ellis Awards, the Edgar Award for best short story, The Crime Writers’ Association’s Dagger in the Library Award, the Torgi talking book of the year, France’s Grand Prix de Littérature Policière and Sweden’s Martin Beck Award. His books have been published internationally to great acclaim and translated into fifteen languages. Peter Robinson lives in Toronto.
Other Inspector Banks mysteries
Gallows View
A Dedicated Man
A Necessary End
The Hanging Valley
Past Reason Hated
Wednesday’s Child
Final Account
Innocent Graves
In a Dry Season
Cold Is the Grave
Aftermath
The Summer That Never Was
Playing with Fire
Strange Affair
Piece of My Heart
Inspector Banks collections
Meet Inspector Banks
(includes
Gallows View, A Dedicated Man
and
A Necessary End
)
Inspector Banks Investigates
(includes
The Hanging Valley, Past Reason Hated
and
Wednesday’s Child
)
The Return of Inspector Banks
(includes
Innocent Graves, Final Account
and
Dead Right
)
Also by Peter Robinson
Caedmon’s Song
No Cure for Love
Not Safe After Dark
DEAD RIGHT
Peter Robinson
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First published in a Viking Canada hardcover by Penguin Group (Canada), a division of Pearson Canada Inc., 1997
Published in Penguin Canada paperback by Penguin Group (Canada), a division of Pearson Canada Inc., 1998
Published in this edition, 2006
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Dead right : the return of Inspector Banks / Peter Robinson.
First published: Toronto : Viking, 1997.
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ISBN-10: 0-14-305221-7
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ONE
I
The boy’s body sat propped against the graffiti-scarred wall in a ginnel off Market Street, head lolling forward, chin on chest, hands clutching his stomach. A bib of blood had spilled down the front of his white shirt.
Detective Chief Inspector Alan Banks stood in the rain and watched Peter Darby finish photographing the scene, bursts of electronic flash freezing the raindrops in mid-air as they fell. Banks was irritated. By rights, he shouldn’t be there. Not in the rain at half past one on a Saturday night.
As if he didn’t have enough problems already.
Banks had got the call the minute he walked in the door after an evening alone in Leeds at Opera North’s
The Pearl Fishers
. Alone because his wife, Sandra, had realized on Wednesday that the benefit gala she was supposed to host for the Eastvale community centre clashed with their season tickets. They had argued—Sandra expecting Banks to forego the opera in favour of her gala—so, stubbornly, Banks had gone alone. This sort of thing had been happening a lot lately—going their own ways—to such an extent that Banks could hardly remember the last time they had done anything together.
The limpid melody of the “Au fond du temple saint” duet still echoed around his mind as he watched Dr Burns, the young police surgeon, start his
in situ
examination under the canvas tent the Scene-of-Crime officers had erected over the body.
PC Ford had come across the scene at eleven forty-seven while walking his beat, community policing being a big thing in Eastvale these days. At first, he said, he thought the victim was just a drunk
too legless to get all the way home after the pubs closed. After all, there was a broken beer bottle on the ground beside the lad, he seemed to be holding his stomach, and in the light of Ford’s torch, the dark blood could easily have passed for vomit.
