Everybody Lies - Scantlebury, Mike
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Amelia is getting pretty tired of all these people who are trying to kill her. It's not just the paid assassins anymore, but the threats seem to be coming from inside her own organisation! Who can she trust? Certainly, not the Deputy Director. A long-time friend and supporter, but he seems obsessed with his own problems right now, including a long-lost daughter. Is she for real? Melia doesn't want to complain, but the constant attacks seem to be overshadowed by the invesigation of historic sex abuse which is consuming all available resources, and spilling over into the life of Melia's cousin,…mehr

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Amelia is getting pretty tired of all these people who are trying to kill her. It's not just the paid assassins anymore, but the threats seem to be coming from inside her own organisation! Who can she trust? Certainly, not the Deputy Director. A long-time friend and supporter, but he seems obsessed with his own problems right now, including a long-lost daughter. Is she for real? Melia doesn't want to complain, but the constant attacks seem to be overshadowed by the invesigation of historic sex abuse which is consuming all available resources, and spilling over into the life of Melia's cousin, Liv, who is having her own challenges - such as her mysterious disappearing fiancee. Melia needs help, which is probably why she inadvisedly falls into the arms of the New Director, a career Civil Servant who calls himself Durf. Strange, short name for an otherwise unlikely manager, struggling to even keep his computer team in check. Melia looks in the mirror. If I'm going to survive this onslaught, she decides, then it's all going to be up to me.
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Mickey is from Manchester, and he's a Tough Guy. My name is Mike Scantlebury and I'm the author. I'm not a tough guy, I'm more like an opal, small and perfectly formed. But - more bad news, and worse than that - I'm from Bristol, which is a small, historic port in South West England. It's only claim to fame is that people sailed from there in the 15th century and discovered America. Oh, yeah, well, that is quite a Big Thing, isn't it? But that's the deceptive part of the whole story. I live in Salford now, across the river from the big Northern city of Manchester. My 'Manchester' is not like anyone else's, and if you think you know Manchester - maybe from reading other books set there, or seeing the place on films or on television - I need you to know that. Things aren't always what they seem, are they? Luckily, Manchester has Mickey, which means, fortunately for them, that whenever something bad happens, (and it does, regularly), they've got someone who is going to come in, do The Right Thing, and clear up the mess. Not every town can say that now, can they?