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Poor old Nick Sharman may be dead and gone, but there s still life left in the old dog yet as Mark Timlin shows in this collection of stories about his memorable detective.Follow Sharman as he rocks through the underworld of 90s London and beyond with more than a helping hand from his old mate Detective Inspector Robber, both men still sharp as a pair of tacks.There's murder, mayhem and maybe a few laughs on the way plus an interesting soundtrack...'It is possible that South London contains some law abiding citizens in conventional relationships but they make no appearance in Timlin's immoral, wildly enjoyable books' - Times

Family trouble! Growing old quietly was never really an option for Nick Sharman. When he takes on a job for a prosperous Manchester businessman looking for his runaway teenage daughter, Meena, he should, perhaps, have known better. He finds himself in a race against time to save he girl from the kind of trouble that gives families a bad name. Trying to do the right thing, Nick swaps sides and ends up starring in his own version of a Straw Dogs shoot out with family and friends, where nobody comes out the winner.

Sharman's daughter Judith has returned to Scotland and nothing will tempt him back into the business - unless it's Ray Miller, a Lottery winner who wants to find the wife who left him. When Miller's wife turns out to be a sex worker who is addicted to the heroin supplied to her by her pimp, Sharman's fate appears to be sealed. The news of Miller's new-found wealth has brought out South London's worst villains, the most unpleasant of whom decide the best way to get what they want is to use Sharon to prise it from Miller.

Nick Sharman is living a life of married bliss with his new partner Dawn. The bad boy has settled down - unlike his ex-wife Laura. Laura's quite capable of shattering the idyll, but this time it's serious; their fifteen-year-old daughter Judith has gone missing. The police are looking, but have no leads. Laura fears the worst. Sharman still has his own skills. But Laura's call catapults him back into a world he should have left behind. And when he decides to right some wrongs in his own way, domestic bliss becomes a thing of the past.

"Sharman's Christmas with his daughter Judith starts with the worst of gifts: news that his ex-wife Laura, her new husband, and their baby son have been killed in a bomb explosion on a plane. Sharman and Judith seek what little consolation they can from each other, but she instinctively knows that Sharman needs to take his mind off things. Pushed by her, he accepts a seemingly straightforward, if unlovely job babysitting a big-time American dealer who is in custody but doing one last deal--only this time on the right side of the law. But when Sharman's around, babysitting is one step away from carnage and disaster; wanted by the police, he turns for help from the most unlikely of sources--the Yardie gangs that infest the estates of "sarf London." What begins as work turns to vengeance for his ex-wife's murder and battle to save the innocence--and life--of his daughter."--Publisher

Working in a bar has proved too dangerous for Nick Sharman, so he's back in the private investigation game. His first job, looking for a lost Highland terrier called Prince, shouldn't be too demanding; a quick visit to the owner's ex-husband and a mention in the local newspaper ought to trace it. But Sharman has reckoned without a skinhead nutter by the name of Eddie Cochran. Then there's the call from Sunset Radio. Late-night phone-in DJ Peter Day has managed to upset an unpleasant splinter group, not to mention a paranoid caller, John from Stockwell; and is getting hate mail.

They had so much on Sharman that he couldn't move without their say-so. Stuff he'd done for himself, and things he'd done for them, too. His name was ruined on both sides of the fence. So they came up with one more job, the big one. When he found out they'd snared him in a honey trap, he was ready to kill... This collection of short Sharman stories is accompanied by a novella about another South London anti-hero, Filth, of the title.

Harry Stonehouse had been a cop, a good one--and straight, unlike Nick Sharman. After taking early retirement he'd landed a job at a security firm. Now he's dead, and his wife wants Nick to find out who killed him and why. Nick's been taking a close look at hell recently and doesn't care too much about anything beyond the next Jack Daniels. But Harry had been a friend, and Nick had screwed his wife and he feels sorry for her. Big mistake. In an unlikely partnership with ex-DI Robber, escaping from resentful retirement at his sister's, Sharman sets off in pursuit--and finds himself swept along in the deadly aftermath of a £20 million heist. And with that much money at stake, betrayal, double-crossing and murder are just for starters.

Nick Sharman stumbles home with two exotic dancers, which is fun until he gets a phone call from the past that ruins everything: Sailor Grant has just been released from prison, doing time for the murder of a police officer's daughter, a crime he didn't commit. Sharman always had his doubts, but that part of his life is over. He tells Sailor to leave him alone. The next day Sailor is dead, and Sharman is left badly beaten by two coppers. Lying in hospital, he realises that he must find out what's really going on before those close to him are killed.

Life as a private detective has proved too much for Nick Sharman, and when a chance run-in with a couple of young thugs secures him a job as a part-time barman, it looks as if he's found a promising new occupation. Unfortunately the drug squad has other plans. With two coppers slaughtered in as many weeks, Sharman finds himself being coerced into helping track down the killers. All too soon he is working alongside a pony-tailed Detective Sergeant with unexpected sexual tastes, and consorting even more closely with a beautiful high-class whore.