{"product_id":"the-finisher-isbn-9781641292887","title":"The Finisher","description":"\u003cb\u003eOn the 50th anniversary of the publication of his first novel, Peter Lovesey, Mystery Writers of America Grand Master and titan of the British detective novel, returns to the subject of his very first mystery—running.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Through a particularly ill-fated series of events, couch potato Maeve Kelly, an elementary school teacher whose mother always assured her “curvy” girls shouldn’t waste their time trying to be fit, has been forced to sign up for the Other Half, Bath’s springtime half marathon. The training is brutal, but she must disprove her mother and collect pledges for her aunt’s beloved charity. What Maeve doesn’t know is just how vicious some of the other runners are.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Meanwhile, Detective Peter Diamond is tasked with crowd control on the raucous day of the race—and catches sight of a violent criminal he put away a decade ago, and who very much seems to be up to his old tricks now that he is paroled. Diamond’s hackles are already up when he learns that one of the runners never crossed the finish line and disappeared without a trace. Was Diamond a spectator to murder?\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003eA \u003ci\u003eSeattle Times\u003c\/i\u003e Best Crime Novel of 2020\u003cu\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/u\u003e\u003c\/b\u003eA \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e Editors' Choice\u003cbr\u003eThe \u003ci\u003eStrand Magazine\u003c\/i\u003e Best Novel of 2020\u003cbr\u003e\u003cu\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eThe Finisher\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/u\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"A peerlessly plotted mystery.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe New York Times\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Lovesey is careful to remind us that Bath holds hidden secrets behind its gracious Georgian architecture . . . Light and dark imagery is a fixture of Lovesey’s Bath novels, in which life is lived on many levels, some in full sunshine and others buried in shadow.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e—The New York Times Book Review\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Mr. Lovesey, a veteran master of mayhem and misdirection, laces ominous suspense with wit. \u003ci\u003eThe Finishe\u003c\/i\u003er showcases his enduring abilities in this, his 50th year writing crime fiction.\" \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Tom Nolan, \u003ci\u003eThe Wall Street Journal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Tight plotting and supple prose.\"  \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Adam Woog, \u003ci\u003eThe Seattle Times\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"[Lovesey] has created a brisk, colorful page-turner centered on murder and mayhem at the springtime half-marathon in the city of Bath.\"  \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e—The Pittsburgh Post-Gazette\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I was convinced this go-round—I’ve read all of the Diamond series—that I’d spotted the killer and took notes to that end. But with Lovesey’s masterful craftiness, I was dead wrong. This fine mystery finishes strong and is a sheer demonic delight.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe Providence Journal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Peter  Lovesey's storytelling skills, and certainly his gift for constructing a  fair play puzzle, match those of the finest exponents of Golden Age  fiction.\" \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Martin Edwards\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Masterly, atmospheric . . . On the 50th anniversary of the publication of his first novel, Lovesey is still going strong.\" \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e, Starred Review\u003cu\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/u\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\"Peter Lovesey is one of the world’s best crime novelists, and one of the best historians of running . . . Full of surprises, vivid running details, and human interest.\" \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—PodiumRunner Magazine \u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Lovesey has stayed enviably fresh throughout his decades-long mystery-writing marathon and once again breaks the tape in fine form.\" \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Air Mail\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cu\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eKilling with Confetti\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/u\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Mr. Lovesey has been writing his Peter Diamond series for nearly three decades, and it’s a pleasure to note no discernible flagging of energy in author or detective. And how refreshing to hear the inimitable Diamond erupt in righteous ‘F— forensics. . . . We’re detectives. . . . We investigate.’”\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—The Wall Street Journal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Lovesey plant[s] clever clues, a big surprise and a tense climax in the labyrinthine ruins of the town’s Roman baths.”\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—The Seattle Times\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “We're treated to Lovesey's enchanting style . . . urbane wordplay and sucker-punch plotting. Don't believe anyone who says, ‘I knew it all along.’”\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—Booklist\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Rich with history of the scenic area of Bath, England, and laced with wit, danger, pathos, love and loss . . . A delightful summer escape from the drumbeat of real-world events.”\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e—BookReporter\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003ePeter Lovesey\u003c\/b\u003e is the author of forty highly praised mystery novels. He has been named a Grand Master by the Mystery Writers of America and has been awarded the CWA Gold and Silver Daggers, the Cartier Diamond Dagger for Lifetime Achievement, the \u003ci\u003eStrand Magazine\u003c\/i\u003e Award for Lifetime Achievement, the Macavity, Barry, and Anthony Awards, and many other honors. He lives in Shrewsbury, England.1\u003cbr\u003e The city of Bath isn’t all about Roman plumbing and Georgian architecture.\u003cbr\u003e      It offers unrivalled facilities for getting rid of unwanted corpses. Beneath the creamy, sun-kissed squares, crescents and terraces is a rat-infested underworld undreamed of by most visitors, a dark, dank warren of cellars, vaults, culverts, sewers and drains. And the surrounding hills are riddled with miles of mines, quarries and tunnels, all but a few disused and some no longer mapped or remembered.\u003cbr\u003e      The Finisher got his reputation by completing the job. He had no wish to be investigated, so he left no clues. He preyed on the losers. “Defy me and you’re finished,” he would say. “I’ll finish you myself and you won’t be the first.” He wasn’t bluffing. He’d killed at least once before. His victim simply vanished from the scene. It was a deliberate act of terror and it worked. The select group he informed about the murder said nothing for fear they would be next.\u003cbr\u003e      His method of killing was simple and left nothing to chance. After a short moment of violence, life ebbed away in a series of satisfying, calm exhalations, each softer than the last, until they stopped.\u003cbr\u003e      The easy part.\u003cbr\u003e      Murder is only the beginning.\u003cbr\u003e      Killers throughout history have faced the problem of how to dispose of the body. Landru tried with a large stove, Haigh an acid bath and Christie home decorating; all three were caught. It’s almost impossible to leave no trace. What is more, there isn’t much time for clever stuff. Burial is a favoured method but is hard work. Just to conceal the volume of a body requires shifting large amounts of earth, which is why so many murdered corpses are found in shallow graves. The other drawback is that the disturbance of the ground is obvious. Immersion in deep water involves transport and navigation and the use of weights to keep the body from rising to the surface. Dismemberment is messy and multiplies the task. Dropping the victim into unset concrete is said to have worked, but can be difficult to arrange unless you’re a construction worker. Even then, your mates may well ask questions. For the same reason, feeding body parts to pigs is risky because someone is sure to notice.\u003cbr\u003e      Through the blessing of geography, the Finisher didn’t need to use any of the flawed methods listed above. He’d\u003cbr\u003e given thought to the problem of disposal. He knew what to do.\u003cbr\u003e      He lived in Bath.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e 2\u003cbr\u003e In Concorde House, northeast of Bristol, where Bath’s Criminal Investigation Department had been put out to grass for reasons of economy, Detective Superintendent Peter Diamond, the senior man, walked in with a large roll of laminated paper, unfurled it and pressed it against the wall.\u003cbr\u003e       “Help me, will you? Drawing pins, anybody, at least six.”\u003cbr\u003e      “What’s this, guv?” Keith Halliwell, his deputy, asked.\u003cbr\u003e      “What does it look like?”\u003cbr\u003e      “A wall chart?”\u003cbr\u003e      “Top of the class.” Diamond looked over his shoulder. “Someone must have pins.”\u003cbr\u003e      “Blu Tack would be better for the wall,” Sergeant Ingeborg Smith said.\u003cbr\u003e      “Sod the wall,” Diamond said. “My arms are aching.”\u003cbr\u003e      Ingeborg took some Blu Tack from her drawer and went to help. The chart, as wide as Diamond’s reach, was\u003cbr\u003e soon in place.\u003cbr\u003e      Constable Paul Gilbert stepped up for a closer look and ran a finger down one of the columns. “It looks like\u003cbr\u003e a staff planner.”\u003cbr\u003e     “You’ll go far,” Diamond said. With undisguised pride, he told the team, “The entire year at a glance.”\u003cbr\u003e      No one else looked enthusiastic.\u003cbr\u003e     “If you don’t mind me saying, it’s hardly cutting edge,” Ingeborg said. “The software on Office is better than this.”\u003cbr\u003e      Diamond was unmoved. “You can’t stick software on the wall where everyone is going to see it. We want the top brass to know how busy we are, don’t we? I’ve started filling it in. Feel free to add significant dates using one of the wet-wipe pens. We’d better agree on a colour coding. I’ve bagged red.”\u003cbr\u003e      “This is to impress Georgina?” Halliwell said.\u003cbr\u003e      “Or the Chief Constable, the Police and Crime Commissioner or any of the inspectorate passing through. We don’t want them thinking we’re overstaffed.”\u003cbr\u003e      “What does the \u003ci\u003eH \u003c\/i\u003estand for?” Gilbert asked. “Holidays?”\u003cbr\u003e      The letter \u003ci\u003eH\u003c\/i\u003e was all over the chart.\u003cbr\u003e      “Optimist,” Inspector John Leaman said.\u003cbr\u003e      “It’s not important,” Diamond said.\u003cbr\u003e      This satisfied nobody.\u003cbr\u003e      “Is H\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003eone of us?” Halliwell asked, turning pink.\u003cbr\u003e      “And who might that be?”\u003cbr\u003e      Smiles all round.\u003cbr\u003e      “Actually,” Diamond said, “it’s for home.”\u003cbr\u003e      “Days off?”\u003cbr\u003e      He shook his head, chastened at how slow they were for a bunch of detectives. “Home matches. Rugby fixtures when Bath are playing at the rec. Significant dates, I said. Get it?”\u003cbr\u003e      “We can put in stuff like that?”\u003cbr\u003e      “Birthdays, anniversaries, dental appointments, just as long as it gets filled in. This is smoke and mirrors, understood?”\u003cbr\u003e      Finally they got it. Wet-wipe pens were put to good use in the next hour. The planner changed from largely white to an abstract expressionist masterpiece. How disappointing that it wasn’t noticed by the Assistant Chief Constable, Georgina Dallymore, when she looked in.\u003cbr\u003e      Blinkered, it seemed, she marched straight past and into Diamond’s office.\u003cbr\u003e      He looked up from his coffee.\u003cbr\u003e      Georgina was in uniform as always. She must have put on her jacket in a hurry because one of the silver buttons was in the wrong hole. She tightened her black tie. “Peter,” she said in a tone of doom, “you will have seen the latest directive from the Home Office.”\u003cbr\u003e      Most directives came from Avon and Somerset headquarters. This had to be serious.\u003cbr\u003e      “Where, ma’am?”\u003cbr\u003e      “On your computer, forwarded from me two hours ago.” \u003cbr\u003e      His PC was in sleep mode. He touched the keyboard and play resumed of a clip of the gunfight from High Noon. He reached for the mouse and tried to access his emails. The music got louder.\u003cbr\u003e      “For heaven’s sake,” Georgina said. She reached for the top of the monitor and pressed the off button. “I’ll save you the trouble. The threat level from terrorism has been raised from substantial to critical.”\u003cbr\u003e      He sat back in the chair. “Why is that?”\u003cbr\u003e      “It’s not for you or me to ask,” she said. “New intelligence, no doubt. To quote from memory, all police forces are instructed to put security measures in place to ensure that there is a heightened presence, overt and covert, at major public events.”\u003cbr\u003e      “Overt and covert. Typical Whitehall-speak.”\u003cbr\u003e      She ignored that. “Covert means plain clothes. That’s you.”\u003cbr\u003e      He made a covert change of emphasis. “We don’t do major public events. We’re more dignified in Bath. Antiques fairs won’t be a target for terrorists.”\u003cbr\u003e      “You’ve forgotten something.”\u003cbr\u003e      “The Jane Austen Festival?”\u003cbr\u003e      “The Bath Half.”\u003cbr\u003e      A half was a measure of beer to Diamond. He frowned.\u003cbr\u003e      “Don’t be obtuse,” Georgina said. “The long-distance race. You know perfectly well what I’m talking about.”\u003cbr\u003e      He did now. The Bath Half Marathon, known affectionately as the Barf Arf, was undeniably major, one of the most popular road races in the country, through the city streets over a flat, fast course favoured by runners wanting to achieve fast times. More than twelve thousand took part and three times as many cheered them on. If you hadn’t signed up six months ahead, you could expect to go on a waiting list.\u003cbr\u003e      “That counts as major, I guess,” he conceded.\u003cbr\u003e      “It’s huge,” she said.\u003cbr\u003e      “But it’s on a Sunday.”\u003cbr\u003e      “Immaterial. You must bring in everyone for this.”\u003cbr\u003e      “I’d love to,” he said, “but don’t count on it. I’ll need to check the planner. When is it—March? Heavy month.”\u003cbr\u003e      “The \u003ci\u003eplanner\u003c\/i\u003e? Since when have you planned anything?”\u003cbr\u003e      He ushered Georgina out of his office and into the CID room where the wet-wipe ink was barely dry on the new\u003cbr\u003e chart.\u003cbr\u003e      Her face was a study in disbelief. “What on earth . . . ?”\u003cbr\u003e      He ran a finger down one of the columns. “March, we said. Generally the third Sunday, is it not?” He touched the little square too heavily and smudged the letters into a blood-red fingerprint. “Oh fiddlesticks, can’t read it now. Good thing we’re colour-coded. Wouldn’t you know it? Red is me. What was I down for on the third Sunday?”\u003cbr\u003e      “Whatever it was, it’s got to be cancelled.” Georgina moved closer and peered at what remained. “It looks like\u003cbr\u003e the letter \u003ci\u003eH\u003c\/i\u003e.”\u003cbr\u003e      “That’ll be the Saturday.”\u003cbr\u003e      “It overlaps two squares.”\u003cbr\u003e      “My clumsy lettering—or the whole weekend is spoken for.”\u003cbr\u003e      “Not anymore,” she said. “There are red H’s all over the thing. What do they stand for?”\u003cbr\u003e      “Headquarters,” he answered without pause or guilt.\u003cbr\u003e      Georgina’s cheeks turned the colour of the smudged square. She had always treated police headquarters as if it were the holy of holies, but lately, knowing that the position of Deputy Chief Constable was vacant and needed to be filled soon, she scarcely dared speak its name. “Is there something you haven’t told me?”\u003cbr\u003e      He nodded. “This puts me in a delicate position.”\u003cbr\u003e      “I can’t think why.”\u003cbr\u003e      “I’m not authorised to confide in anyone else.”\u003cbr\u003e      “Oh?”\u003cbr\u003e      “Nothing personal, ma’am. One of those need-to-know situations.” He let that sink in before adding cheerfully,\u003cbr\u003e      “But don’t worry. I can tell headquarters this date is out, cancelled on your orders.”\u003cbr\u003e      “Don’t do that,” she said in alarm. “Headquarters has priority here. We can manage without you, even if I have to wear plain clothes myself.”\u003cbr\u003e      He picked up one of the pens. “I’ll write it in again, then.”\u003cbr\u003e      Simple as that. So simple that he felt a stab of conscience. Did he really want to excuse himself from duty on the day? He’d feel a right shit when everyone else gave up their Sunday. Why had he done this? Mainly out of mischief. His superior always sounded so superior that she brought out the rebel in him. Now he’d need to find a way of telling her.\u003cbr\u003e      But Georgina hadn’t finished. She was still studying the planner. Nothing was said for some time. She took a step back with arms folded before leaning forward and staring at an empty square. “I see that Sunday April nineteenth isn’t marked.”\u003cbr\u003e      He checked. “Correct.”\u003cbr\u003e      “So you’re available. That’s the date of the Other Half.”\u003cbr\u003e      Caught.\u003cbr\u003e      The Other Half had been thought up a few years ago by some people who applied too late for the Bath Half. They’d had the good idea of organising a little brother to the main race on a different Sunday over a more challenging route mainly along towpaths, footpaths and disused railway tunnels. The modest numbers of the first year had grown to over five thousand starters.\u003cbr\u003e      A major public event, undeniably.\u003cbr\u003e      “Give me your pen,” Georgina said. “I’ll put a large \u003ci\u003eO\u003c\/i\u003e, for Other.”","brand":"Soho Crime","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46301990060261,"sku":"NP9781641292887","price":16.95,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9781641292887.jpg?v=1767739338","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/the-finisher-isbn-9781641292887","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}