#BlogTour #ZooloosBookTours @zooloo2008 / #Excerpt : The Grifter #TheGrifter – Sean Campbell @DCIMorton & Ali Gunn @GunnCrime

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The Grifter Book Tour

Today I’m on the ‘The Grifter’ blogtour, organized by Zooloo’s Book Tours.
To promote this book I have an excerpt, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.

About the Author(s) :

Sean Campbell AuthorSean trained as a barrister and was called to the Bar of England and Wales back in 2011. Luckily for him, he now spends his days working out how to kill people without being caught, and then flipping the switch to play detective. His non-writing interests vary from photography and cinema to rugby and hiking. You can usually find him somewhere in one of London’s coffee shops – look for the big bearded guy taking up way too much room and hogging the Wi-Fi.
He is the author of the seven DCI Morton novels (Dead on Demand, Cleaver Square, Ten Guilty Men, The Patient Killer, Missing Persons, The Evolution of a Serial Killer, and My Hands Are Tied), one seasonal novella (Christmas Can Be Murder) plus the standalone crime thriller The Grifter.


Ali Gunn Author PhotoAli Gunn kills people for a living*.
The characters in Ali’s books are the kind of strong, fearless women that every girl dreams of growing up to be.
The first DCI Elsie Mabey novel, The Career Killer, has been downloaded over 75,000 times since its release.
Book two in the series, The Psychopath Within, is due for release in 2022.
Ali is also a co-author of The Grifter, out August 15th 2021.
*fictional people, honest officer!


Synopsis :

The GrifterOne will rise. The other will fall.
Kent Bancroft’s rise to fame and fortune was nothing short of meteoric. Once a simple teacher in London’s East End, he’s now on course to become Britain’s youngest billionaire.
But his success has come on the back of those he’s trodden upon to get there. Among them is a man whose fall was as swift as Kent’s rise. He used to be a sparky until a freak accident robbed him of one leg.
And then Kent Bancroft robbed him of everything else.
Forget forgiveness. Forget turning the other cheek. And forget waiting for karma.
This is a victim who won’t stand idly by.
He wants revenge.
And he’s going to get it.

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Excerpt :

By the time I had hobbled outside, it was dark, raining, and the temperature was dropping fast. For a moment, I thought about waiting for the girl to come off shift. To demand my cash back. But what was I going to do if she said no? Hobble towards her at two miles an hour? No. I had to get away from the Mini Mart and find somewhere to crash.
Where, though? I could head towards King’s Cross Station. Lots of us head there to sleep. It’s well lit, the police rarely move us on, and it’s central enough. Plus, there’d be people around. The bigger the crowd, the more money I could scrounge.
But did I really want company? I’d been robbed while I was sleeping at King’s Cross before. It was too risky. Ditto for Tent City up in Finsbury Park. I couldn’t risk losing the money.
That left shop doorways, alleyways, and parks. There’s an alley over in St James’s that’s always a good bet, so long as you get there after the wine merchants closed.
It was too far to hobble tonight. Magpie Alley, then? It’s one of my favourite spots, and it’s one only true Londoners know exist. It’s not even on Google. I only found out about it because I did a job on a construction site around the corner. The downside is that the City of London Police patrol the area and move us on. I had to chance it. A few hours’ kip, and then, first thing tomorrow, I’d have to find something to eat.
A short trudge later, I found myself on Fleet Street. While quiet, it wasn’t yet dead. Through office windows, I could see people at their desks, looking almost as miserable as I felt. Just past The Tipperary pub, I turned left onto Bouverie Street, heading down towards the river. Before long, I passed the Polish Embassy and crossed the road.
The turning into the alley was dead easy to miss. Straight across from numbers 11 and 12, it was guarded by two CCTV cameras. Some of the other homeless avoided cameras like the plague. I liked them. People think twice about kicking someone or robbing them if they think they’ll get caught. On the right was an office block, all shiny and glass. This time o’ night, it’s empty, thank God.
Along the left-hand wall, I could see artwork. Lots of printing presses were stencilled onto the tiles in black and white. Not many newspapers left these days. At the far end of the alley, I could see the stairs going down to Whitefriars Crypt. It was in the basement of some posh law firm. I couldn’t go in ‘cause the old crypt was walled off with a thick sheet of glass. Wouldn’t have gone in if I could. Far too spooky, innit?
Instead, I went into the alley to get out of the wind, pulled my sleeping bag out of my backpack, and slumped against the southern wall where the office had a fire exit, out of sight and away from the wind whistling through the alley. My sleeping bag barely cushioned the concrete, and for a moment, I wished I was up in Finsbury Park, tucked up inside a tent with several layers of cardboard on the floor. But then I remembered why I was hiding out here alone in the damp.
I cuddled up with the backpack, its straps looped around my arms so nobody could touch it without waking me. Despite the wet, hard ground, despite losing fifty quid, I knew I was gonna sleep like a log.
How could I not? For the first time since I lost my home, I had money.
£1700 to help me get my life back.
£1700 to fund my revenge.

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