People Say Stuff - Scantlebury, Mike
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Melia is confused. So many people are trying to kill her. But why? After all, the first killer she met, while mindlessly climbing the back stairs into her office, was saying that she wanted to target her friend, Terry. But later, she found out that the hit was only intended as a way of getting her attention. No, there's someone else. Could it be Stig Snopes, a woman claiming to be the sister of her dead assistant. How can the woman possibly blame Melia for his death? But she says she does. Then, there's the chance that the daughter of Emil Gorange, Melia's most fearsome opponent had come to…mehr

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Melia is confused. So many people are trying to kill her. But why? After all, the first killer she met, while mindlessly climbing the back stairs into her office, was saying that she wanted to target her friend, Terry. But later, she found out that the hit was only intended as a way of getting her attention. No, there's someone else. Could it be Stig Snopes, a woman claiming to be the sister of her dead assistant. How can the woman possibly blame Melia for his death? But she says she does. Then, there's the chance that the daughter of Emil Gorange, Melia's most fearsome opponent had come to Britain to finish the job her father never finished. If only Mickey was there - but he's off on another mission, and Melia's usual supporters, like her boss, Captain Gibson, have been sent packing. Then there's Melia's cousin, Liv, but her boyfriend is a policeman and he's out on an assignment too. It's all getting too much! The last thing she wants, in her fragile condition, is someone coming on to her. But with Mickey out of town, is Melia strong enough to resist temptation?
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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?