Moon Over Soho
I was my dad`s vinyl-wallah: I changed his records while he lounged around drinking tea, and that`s how I know my Argo from my Tempo. And it`s why, when Dr Walid called me to the morgue to listen to a corpse, I recognised the tune it was playing. Something violently supernatural had happened to the victim, strong enough to leave its imprint like a wax cylinder recording. Cyrus Wilkinson, part-time jazz saxophonist and full-time accountant, had apparently dropped dead of a heart attack just after finishing a gig in a Soho jazz club. He wasn`t the first. No one was going to let me exhume corpses to see if they were playing my tune, so it was back to old-fashioned legwork, starting in Soho, the heart of the scene. I didn`t trust the lovely...
Издательство:
Orion Books
Дата выхода: октябрь 2011
