{"product_id":"killing-with-confetti-isbn-9781641291873","title":"Killing with Confetti","description":"\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003ePeter Lovesey, MWA Grand Master and titan of the English detective novel, returns readers to Bath with the eighteenth mystery in his critically acclaimed Peter Diamond series. \u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs a New Year begins in Bath, Ben Brace proposes to his long-term girlfriend, Caroline, the daughter of notorious crime baron Joe Irving, who is coming to the end of a prison sentence. The problem is that Ben’s father, George, is the Deputy Chief Constable. A more uncomfortable set of in-laws would be hard to imagine. But mothers and sons are a formidable force: a wedding in the Abbey and reception in the Roman Baths are arranged before the career-obsessed DCC can step in.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Peter Diamond, Bath’s head of CID, is appalled to be put in charge of security on the day. Ordered to be discreet, he packs a gun and a guest list in his best suit and must somehow cope with potential killers, gang rivals, warring parents, bossy photographers and straying bridesmaids. The laid-back Joe Irving seems oblivious to the danger he is in from rival gang leaders, while Brace can’t wait for the day to end. Will the photo session be a literal shoot? Will Joe Irving’s speech as father of the bride be his last words? Can Diamond pull off a miracle, avert a tragedy and send the happy couple on their honeymoon?\u003cu\u003e\u003cb\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eKilling with Confetti\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/u\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\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Booklist\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“The pacing of this novel is unusual . . . But as fans might expect, there is a reason for everything, and Lovesey has several surprises up his sleeve.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Lovesey connects the dots plausibly and, as always, lightens the mood with dry wit.”  \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Publishers Weekly\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Lovesey's series is rich with history of the scenic area of Bath, England, and laced with wit, danger, pathos, love and loss. His protagonist, Peter Diamond, is a fully rounded human being with his own unique crime-solving methods . . . \u003ci\u003eKilling with Confetti\u003c\/i\u003e begins more lightheartedly than Lovesey’s previous mysteries, as entertaining as its title. So kick back and enjoy a delightful summer escape from the drumbeat of real-world events that pays off with a surprising, page-turning denouement.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—BookReporter\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“The crafting is superb . . . \u003ci\u003eKilling with Confetti\u003c\/i\u003e is book eighteen in Lovesey’s Peter Diamond mystery series, and it has yet to let readers down. It delivers the same satisfaction as all of its predecessors.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—New York Journal of Books\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“There’s plenty of suspense amid the festivities and Lovesey’s skillful plotting keeps readers on their toes. Add a fair sprinkling of Lovesey’s wit which makes the novel a must-read for fans.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Zoom Street\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“If you have a friend who's still stuck in \"old-fashioned\" British crime fiction like Agatha Christie's books, here's a great opportunity to lure the reader into the modern century without losing the very British flavor.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Kingdom Books\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003eKilling With Confetti\u003c\/i\u003e is vintage Lovesey . . . The story grabbed me from the start, but once I got close to the end, those twists and turns kept coming, and I was delighted.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Kittling Books\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“An engrossing story of a failed prison riot, a rather sweet account of the relationship between the prospective bride and groom, and finally, a detailed and absorbing description of an assassin readying for the murderous deed.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Reviewing the Evidence\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003c\/b\u003eI absolutely loved Peter Diamond. He's a no nonsense policeman and Lovesey is a no nonsense writer. I felt like I was watching an episode of a British crime series and enjoyed every minute of it.\u003cb\u003e”\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Mystery Playground\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Lovesey creates the unexpected. There is certainly nothing ordinary or predictable about the way the story begins or continues forward . . . An excellent traditional police procedural.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—It Is Purely My Opinion\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cu\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eBeau Death\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/u\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Witty, stylish and a bit of a rogue—that’s what people said about Richard Nash [and] the same might be said of Peter Lovesey, whose elegant mysteries pay tribute to the past glories of this beautiful city.”\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe New York Times Book Review\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Peter Lovesey—the dean of English mystery novelists—remains as ingenious as ever.”\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe Washington Post\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “If you like real history turned into crime clues, this is your book . . . This is a great puzzle plot that will keep you guessing. Just what Lovesey does best.”\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe Globe \u0026amp; Mail\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003ePeter Lovesey is the author of more than thirty 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.\u003cb\u003eChapter 1\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The two short words Warren doesn’t wish to hear: “It’s on.”\u003cbr\u003e     “When?”\u003cbr\u003e     “Tomorrow—at unlock.”\u003cbr\u003e      “Soon as that?”\u003cbr\u003e      “Catch the white-shirts off guard.”\u003cbr\u003e      “Right.”\u003cbr\u003e       But it isn’t right, not for Warren. It’s wrong, disastrously wrong.  He is playing the good-behaviour card this time round in his prison  career, working with the system for early release. He’s been one of HMP  Bream’s model cons for two long years. Two years, three months and  twenty-seven days.\u003cbr\u003e      A riot has been talked about for weeks on C  wing. Talk is easy. For a time it was no more than that, wishful  thinking, like sex with the gorgeous Miss Martindale who teaches black  history. But by degrees the chat has got serious. The gorillas on the  top landing mean business. “Together we can do this. We outnumber them.  They won’t know what’s hit them.”\u003cbr\u003e      A plan has been hatched.  Nothing brilliant. Grab the screws the moment they unlock, disable their  radios and body cameras, drag them into the cells, tie them up and take  their passes, keys and pepper spray. Then hold them hostage. At the  same time, someone else will be disabling the CCTV. Coordinated action,  see?\u003cbr\u003e      How stupid was that, saying “Right”?\u003cbr\u003e      In this  place you get in the habit of agreeing with other people. It’s not  clever to challenge anyone. Even so, there are times when you should  say, “Count me out.”\u003cbr\u003e      No one is under any illusion that  possessing the keys will mean instant freedom. The people who designed  this coop weren’t amateurs. You can only get so far and then you need  different sets of keys and different passes. There is a better way to  beat the system and the wise guys upstairs have sussed it. Instead of  breaking out, you break in.\u003cbr\u003e      First, uncage your brother inmates  and you’ll have reinforcements. Strength in numbers. The screws’ master  keys will give access to the beating heart of the prison: the  association area, servery, workshops, gym and chapel. And improvised  weapons. Arm yourselves with whatever comes to hand, like fire  extinguishers, socks weighted with pool balls, bits of broken furniture  such as iron bedposts and steel rails from bookshelves. There’s talk  that one of the gorillas has taken delivery of a gun, carried over the  wall by drone. Whether that’s true only he and his inner circle know.\u003cbr\u003e       The prison authorities still have the heavy weapons—hoses, tasers,  tear gas, stun grenades, sidearms, batons, armed police and the army if  required—but they’re supposed to act responsibly. The inmates aren’t  under any such compulsion. They can create mayhem. The obvious way to  make it happen is with fire. Set the place alight and see how that goes  down with the governor when some of his team are held hostage.\u003cbr\u003e       Warren has no desire to be part of the violence. With good behaviour he  is planning to reduce a six stretch to three. Getting caught up in a  riot will wreck that. He’s forty-three now. More than half his life has  been spent inside, if you count the years in the secure children’s home.  His last probation officer—all of twenty-one and straight out of  college—said he was institutionalised, unlikely to survive outside some  strict regime like prison or the army.\u003cbr\u003e      Bullshit.\u003cbr\u003e      What  did the little prick think? That Warren wouldn’t know how to use a knife  and fork? Couldn’t walk up a crowded street without panicking? Would  get tongue-tied talking to a woman?\u003cbr\u003e      People like that know shit-all.\u003cbr\u003e       He has managed his anger up to now, hasn’t he? He can survive  outside. He can thrive. But not the law-abiding way society expects,  with the pathetic discharge grant of £46 and a one-way train ticket to  London—to exist on charity and roughing it on the streets. And not on  Jobseeker’s Allowance and filling in forms at the job centre. With  Warren’s special skills there are jobs to be had that no careers advisor  knows about.\u003cbr\u003e      His problem is that he just said “Right” and the  mob on the top landing now believe they can count on his support. One  short word has fouled up everything. He’ll be lumped in with the  rioters, liable to be charged with whatever these madmen get up to. No  lawyer, however smart, will get him off after that. Another long stretch  looms.\u003cbr\u003e      I can’t be alone in wanting no part of this, Warren tells himself. But who else has the balls to take on the gorillas?\u003cbr\u003e      And now there is worse.\u003cbr\u003e      “How you doing, Warren?”\u003cbr\u003e      “So, so.”\u003cbr\u003e      “Feeling strong?”\u003cbr\u003e      “Dunno.”\u003cbr\u003e      “Because tomorrow, when it happens, you’re the star turn, you and Muscles.”\u003cbr\u003e      His insides clench. “Why is that?”\u003cbr\u003e       “Obvious, innit? Yours is the last door they unlock, being at the  end of the landing. We’ll all be waiting for you to clobber the screw,  you and Muscles, catch him off guard just when he thinks his job is  done. That’s lift-off. Then we’re on our way, mate. There’s no holding  us.”\u003cbr\u003e      He understands the logic. This isn’t personal. He and Muscles are unlucky enough to be banged up in the end pad.\u003cbr\u003e      Some rapid thinking is necessary.\u003cbr\u003e      “He won’t be the only screw unlocking.”\u003cbr\u003e       “Don’t you worry about that, mate. It’s taken care of. Soon as you  make the first move, the rest of us swing into action. We’ll be taking  our cue from you.”\u003cbr\u003e      “Who decided this?”\u003cbr\u003e      “Who do you  think? The lads upstairs. Make sure you get Muscles on board. We all  know he’s not the full quid, but he’s going to be needed.”\u003cbr\u003e       Warren’s cellmate is six-six and eighteen stone and can’t hold a thought  in his head for more than two seconds. In a fight he’s liable to get  confused who the enemy is. But he’s strong. There are plenty in prison  who pump iron every day and get a body. You aren’t called Muscles unless  you really stand out.\u003cbr\u003e      “I don’t like this,” Warren says. “Nobody told me we were first on.”\u003cbr\u003e      “I’m telling you now, aren’t I?”\u003cbr\u003e       No sense in protesting. This guy is merely the mouthpiece for the  high command. With twenty minutes of association time left in the day  Warren needs to visit the top landing and speak to the head honcho.\u003cbr\u003e      And say what?\u003cbr\u003e      Think of something fast.\u003cbr\u003e       While climbing the metal stairs he is reminded of something  everyone learns to live with on a prison wing—the sheer volume of noise  hitting you from the brick and metal surfaces. The clang of barred metal  gates. Voices raised in argument, excitement, laughter, threat and  desperation, shouting across the landings, vying to be heard in a babel  of accents and languages. A modern English prison is more inclusive than  the United Nations.\u003cbr\u003e      An idea comes to Warren.\u003cbr\u003e      The top  gorilla, Uncle Joe—nobody calls him anything else—is leaning on the  railing gazing through the anti-suicide netting at the atrium below,  getting the scenic view of his kingdom. Broad, muscled and  shaven-headed, he is dressed in designer sportswear, a black basketball  shirt to exhibit the heavily tattooed arms. Silver shorts. Expensive  trainers.\u003cbr\u003e      “Yeah?” Uncle Joe doesn’t turn his head to see who has approached.\u003cbr\u003e      “You may have seen me around. Warren, from the middle landing. The end pad.”\u003cbr\u003e      “So?”\u003cbr\u003e      “So I was told to make the first move tomorrow, me and my cellmate Muscles.”\u003cbr\u003e      “Got a problem with that, Warren?”\u003cbr\u003e      “I wouldn’t call it a problem, more a question.”\u003cbr\u003e      “Let’s hear it.”\u003cbr\u003e      “What’s happening about the foreigners?”\u003cbr\u003e      The connection isn’t obvious to Uncle Joe. “Come again.”\u003cbr\u003e      “The cons who don’t speak English.”\u003cbr\u003e      “They’ll catch on when they see what’s going on.”\u003cbr\u003e      “But can we count on them?”\u003cbr\u003e      “Why wouldn’t we?”\u003cbr\u003e      “We don’t know what they’re saying. What they’re thinking.”\u003cbr\u003e      “You’re losing me, pal,” Uncle Joe says.\u003cbr\u003e       “They’re a sizeable section of the wing. And some of them are hard  men with their own agenda and it’s not just praying and fasting. They  could turn your brilliant plan into a bloodbath.”\u003cbr\u003e      “Keep your voice down.”\u003cbr\u003e       “Sorry.” Warren sidles closer and mutters, “What I’m saying is  we’re aiming to do this clean, am I right? These ay-rabs need telling in  words they understand.”\u003cbr\u003e      “You speak their language?”\u003cbr\u003e      “I know someone who does.”\u003cbr\u003e      “Who’s that?”\u003cbr\u003e      “A geezer called Haseem.”\u003cbr\u003e      “Tell him, then. Sorted.”\u003cbr\u003e      “Not quite,” Warren says. “There’s an even bigger risk.”\u003cbr\u003e      “What’s that?”\u003cbr\u003e      “My cellmate, Muscles. He’s a slightly different problem, but it comes to the same thing. He’s unstable.”\u003cbr\u003e      “What?”\u003cbr\u003e       “Brain damaged. You can’t reason with him. He’s got the attention  span of a two-year-old on speed. And a history of violence.”\u003cbr\u003e      “Who hasn’t?”\u003cbr\u003e       “With him, it’s something else. Let me tell you what will happen.  Muscles will see me grab the screw and he’ll join in and snap the guy’s  neck like a biscuit. That’s what he does. It’s why he’s in this place.  Instead of a hostage we’ll have a corpse.”\u003cbr\u003e      “We don’t want killing,” Uncle Joe says.\u003cbr\u003e      “Too right we don’t. It gives the riot squad a reason to open fire on us.”\u003cbr\u003e      “So tell Muscles.”\u003cbr\u003e      “No use. It won’t sink in. His memory’s gone. He can’t even tell you what his name is.”\u003cbr\u003e      “He could foul up the plan.”\u003cbr\u003e      Warren is starting to think Uncle Joe is not much brighter than Muscles. “He will, for sure.”\u003cbr\u003e       “Why are you telling me this now? I could have got him ghosted.”  Ghosting is when a difficult offender is moved to another part of the  prison or another jail altogether.\u003cbr\u003e      Suddenly the heat is back on  Warren for the delay in mentioning the problem of Muscles. “I only just  heard what you want us to do. I came as soon as I could. Too late,  isn’t it?”\u003cbr\u003e      Uncle Joe says, “Put something in his drink.”\u003cbr\u003e      “Dope, you mean?”\u003cbr\u003e      “What do you think I mean, dumbo—a lump of sugar?”\u003cbr\u003e      “No, I understand.”\u003cbr\u003e      “Enough so he sleeps through.”\u003cbr\u003e      “But that means I’ll have to clobber the screw myself, without any help. They’re well protected, those fuckers.”\u003cbr\u003e      “So?”\u003cbr\u003e       “There may be a better way,” Warren says as if the idea just  dawned. “I don’t like it—I really wanted a piece of the action—but it  will work.”\u003cbr\u003e      “I’m listening.”\u003cbr\u003e      “Instead of me and Muscles making the first move, you fix it for the lads in the next cell to deal with the screw.”","brand":"Soho Crime","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46302249582821,"sku":"NP9781641291873","price":16.95,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9781641291873.jpg?v=1767730733","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/killing-with-confetti-isbn-9781641291873","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}