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Another excellent Dalziel and Pascoe story from the master of the British crime novel Three old men die on a stormy November night: one by deliberate violence, one in a road accident and one by an unknown cause. Inspector Pascoe is called in to investigate the first death, but when the dying words of the accident victim suggest that a drunken Superintendent Dalziel had been behind the wheel, the integrity of the entire Mid-Yorkshire constabulary is called into question. Helped by the bright but wayward DC Seymour, hindered by 'Maggie's Moron', the half-witted Constable Hector, Peter Pascoe enters the twilight and vulnerable world of the senior citizen - to discover that the beckoning darkness at the end of the tunnel holds few comforts.
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Exit lines, Reginald Hill
- Taal
- Jaar van publicatie
- 1987
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- Titel
- Exit lines
- Taal
- Engels
- Auteurs
- Reginald Hill
- Uitgever
- HarperCollins Publishers
- Jaar van publicatie
- 1987
- Formaat
- Paperback
- Aantal pagina's
- 304
- ISBN10
- 0586072535
- ISBN13
- 9780586072530
- Reeks
- Tags
- Fictie, Detectives & Thriller, Detectiveverhalen, Spanning, Britse Literatuur, Klassieke detectives, Detective
- Beoordeling
- 4 van 5
- Aantekening
- Another excellent Dalziel and Pascoe story from the master of the British crime novel Three old men die on a stormy November night: one by deliberate violence, one in a road accident and one by an unknown cause. Inspector Pascoe is called in to investigate the first death, but when the dying words of the accident victim suggest that a drunken Superintendent Dalziel had been behind the wheel, the integrity of the entire Mid-Yorkshire constabulary is called into question. Helped by the bright but wayward DC Seymour, hindered by 'Maggie's Moron', the half-witted Constable Hector, Peter Pascoe enters the twilight and vulnerable world of the senior citizen - to discover that the beckoning darkness at the end of the tunnel holds few comforts.





