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Death on Demand by Jim Kelly

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Norfolk coppers Peter Shaw and George Valentine return for their latest outing and their beat includes the rough and ready port of King’s Lynn, as well as the gentrified coast further north. Care homes here are as common as candyfloss is in the nearby seaside…
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Last Words

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On the Radar — Earlier this year, two giants of British crime fiction – PD James and Ruth Rendell – died within months of each other. But both lived to a decent old age, and we can be thankful that Ruth Rendell completed Dark Corners before her…
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Features

A gazetteer of British crime: East Anglia

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Oh, you can complain about the weather, the food, the accommodation and the service. Fair enough. Our country has exported everything from stiff upper lips to football hooliganism. But what you can’t complain about in the UK is the sheer variety in its regions and customs….
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At Death's Window by Jim Kelly

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Conflicts between criminals tend to be called ‘wars’. Thus we have turf wars, drug wars, and even scraps between rival ice cream vendors which are known as ice cream wars. But here we have a first. In At Death’s Window we bring you samphire wars….
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Dealing in seaweed

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On the Radar — It is to Jim Kelly that we owe our eccentric headline this week. In his upcoming release At Death’s Window, we’ll be treated to a scenario where drug dealers muscle in on the samphire market. Never before, to our knowledge, has…
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Book Club

The Funeral Owl

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A dark, menacing and resentful land, where the people are as hard and edgy as the relentless landscape? No, this isn’t set in the hard-scrabble Midwest, or among the endless cotton fields of Mississippi. It is set in England. In Cambridgeshire. In Fenland, to be…
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The Funeral Owl

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Written by Jim Kelly — The Cambridgeshire Fens. High Summer. Fen Blows – dust storms that whip the topsoil off the flat fields and pepper the isolated Fen bungalows and cottages like birdshot. The drains –  man-made rivers that hug the ruler-straight country roads, and…
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