One dead man and a missing lottery ticket.
Two family members who need that money to get away from the rundown Blades Edge estate.
Three local gangsters who want that money for themselves.
Meet Malachite Jones – the foremost (and only) psychic medium on the gritty Blades Edge estate. All he wants are two things: a name that isn’t ‘Malachite’, and a quiet life. And maybe some real psychic powers, but he’s making a living without them.
Janine Stanbeck wants to find her dead husband Larry’s winning ticket and escape Blades Edge with her son. And she thinks Mal can help her.
But Larry’s dad is the crime lord of the estate, and he wants that ticket for himself, and worse for Mal, he’s not the only criminal with his eyes on it. Add in two coppers desperate to nick Mal’s best, only, and admittedly quite dangerous, friend, Jackie Singh Kattar, and Blades Edge is getting pretty crowded.
Malachite Jones might not really be able to talk to the dead, but if he and his friend Jackie Singh Kattar can’t find that money and a solution that pleases everyone they’re likely to be in need of a psychic medium themselves.
The first Mal Jones and Jackie Singh Kattar adventure: a chaotic rollercoaster ride through a Yorkshire landscape full of double crossing friends, dogged police, psychotic gangster and voices from the other side.
I sometimes wonder who I would be if Steve had lived, who Jackie would be too, cos that night changed us both. It pushed us together, sent Jackie on a trajectory that would end in the army, doing God knows what in God knows where, and me on a course that would end in a gutter, drinking cheap cider and begging for enough spare change to buy my next hit.
Guilt is a terrible thing.
Jackie didn’t want me to be an addict, and as part of not being an addict, he taught me to fight. I’m not good at it, and violence mostly scares me, but if you’re not expecting it I know enough to hold my own and make enough space to run away.
That was the first thing Jackie taught me, his first rule: if you can, run away.
The reason Trolley Mick wanted his boys to check my office for Jackie is that Jackie Singh Khattar, despite his rule, has never run away from anything. If Mick started something with Jackie, then he knew it would end with someone dead because Jackie has no idea how to stay down.
It is not a part of who he is.
I, on the other hand, know exactly how and when to stay down. So when Kray One punched me in the stomach, I went down. Then when he lifted me up – my world empty of air, my stomach a black hole in my body, the pain sucking me in – and held me so his brother could have a go. I went down again. That’s why, when Beryl returned, she found me lying on the floor, curled up in a ball around my aching stomach muscles.
‘You drunk?’ she said.
Thank you, RJ Dark and Zooloo’s Book Tours
About the author
Spending his youth as an underground musician and occasional club promoter, he then moved on to stints as an advertising copywriter, trainer, playwright, music reviewer, amateur historian, TV cameraman, anarchist, contrarian, engineer and fraud investigator. After a long battle with chronic illness, RJ finally settled on a career in writing. He lives in a crumbling ancient mansion somewhere in Yorkshire and is surrounded by books, music, animals and his family.