Prendergast Of The Yard Casebooks
As long as she can remember, Heather Prendergast has harboured an ambition to become the greatest detective the world has ever known since her hero, the late, great Sherlock Holmes hung up his deerstalker hat. If she becomes a public treasure in the process, so be it; it is a cross she is prepared to bear. Although her abilities do not measure up to her ambitions, she somehow always muddles through and gets a result . . . of sorts.
Prendergast covers by Amelie Ahern-Williams. View more of her work here.
"I knew someone who was depressed from reading too much heavy philosophy in college, so I lent him these books. He was laughing out loud soon after. Hilarious, and so much fun to read." Amazon Review.
Elliefant’s Graveyard
The Curious Case of the Throatslit Man
Convinced that two unexplained deaths on her London patch are murders, rookie police officer Heather Prendergast’s unofficial investigation takes her to an isolated mill town on the Huddshire moors where she unearths a web of corruption that threatens her career – and her life.
(Volume One of the Prendergast of The Yard Casebook)
The Happy Thistle
The Curious Case of The Katenapped Girl
When probationary police officer, Heather Prendergast, is enlisted by her estranged father to secure the release of her kidnapped stepsister, she is faced with the most baffling case of her short career – and her most deadly foe.
(Volume Two of the Prendergast of The Yard Casebook)
Murder on the Ordinary Express
The Curious Case of The Butcher of St Mary Nook
When her uncle-in-law is charged with murder, probationary police officer Heather Prendergast goes undercover in the sleepy village where she grew up and uncovers a vipe's nest of fraud, bigotry, deceit . . . and the marauding hand of a ruthless serial killer.
Take a dollop of Agatha Christie, stir in a Morse-alike Detective Inspector, a sprinkling of Lewis Carroll, a dusting of PG Wodehouse, a pinch of wry humour, a murder in a bigoted Kentish village, an ambitious rookie detective with a Sherlock Holmes obsession and you have the headscratch of all whodunits.
(Volume Three of the Prendergast of The Yard Casebook)
The Sinisterhood of Celebrity Psyclones
The Curious Case of the Swish Swiss Finishing School
Prequel to The Prendergast of The Yard Casebook series of detective thrillers. Enrolled against her will at an aristocratic finishing school in the wilds of Switzerland, aspiring teenage detective Heather Prendergast’s life is threatened when she uncovers a demonic plot to finish her off . . . permanently.
Take a spoonful of Mary Shelley and add a pinch of Bram Stoker. Now stir in a splash of Stepford Wives, a measure of Saint Trinians and a soupçon of Lewis Carroll. Season with a pinch of Tom Sharpe and flavour with essence of P.G. Wodehouse. Top with a crust of Agatha, a sprinkling of Sherlock, a dusting of satire, a peppering of Gothic horror and glaze with a hamfisted fumble of Prendergast of The Yard. Bake well and voila - The Sinisterhood of Celebrity Psyclones.
(Volume Four of the Prendergast of The Yard Casebook)
KRILL
An apocalyptic political thriller for our times
A disgraced businessman's chance encounter with an enigmatic stranger leads to a journey of political awakening and redemption.
Set in a murky world of anarchist computer hackers, sinister secret societies, the Deepnet, quantum computing and ultimately a struggle for world domination, nothing is as it seems and no one is who they claim to be.
About em
I’m that old bloke who needs a haircut, leaning on a lamppost, watching the world go by. Curious. Always curious. Because every picture tells a story.
I didn’t always write. When I was young, I read. I read plenty. Lots of history. Lots of politics. Lots of philosophy. But mainly Agatha Christie and George Orwell. And plays. A passion for Shakespeare and Brecht. Some Neil Simon. Each in their own way understood. Then, swept away by Old Man River, I set out to chase moonbeams and make music. Succour for the soul. A neat guitarist, doubling on sax and flute, I made a decent living before waking up one morning on the other side of the creative fence.
And all the time, I watched, sometimes understanding, often not, but always watching. Curious.
I travelled. I ran a record company, I managed bands and record producers, I built recording studios, I made records. Some sold. Some sold very well and won glittering prizes. Hollow trinkets. The best sold hardly any. But they told a story that needed telling. But when music became a digital commodity to jog to, when music became a digital commodity to commute to, when music became a digital commodity to iron slacks to, I hung up my guitar and turned my mind to committing a lifetime of curiosity to paper. A new passion.
Some of my scribbles sell. Some don’t. But that’s OK. They’re out there. Curious people who watch the world go by will find them. Well, a few might. And a few is plenty. Indeed, one is enough if they understand.