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Mickey is recovering from the trauma of finding his father murdered. It's not that they every got along, but Mickey feels he now has an obiligation to find the murderer, right wrongs and return peace to his city. The killing is a dreadful distraction from his other mission - to find out more about the way that developers and builders are fighting amongst themselves and constructing some of the worst and most unusable buiildings of recent times. Who is in charge? Doesn't anyone care about quality? Is it just an endless chase for profits and gaining good deals for the shareholders? Mickey is,…mehr

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Mickey is recovering from the trauma of finding his father murdered. It's not that they every got along, but Mickey feels he now has an obiligation to find the murderer, right wrongs and return peace to his city. The killing is a dreadful distraction from his other mission - to find out more about the way that developers and builders are fighting amongst themselves and constructing some of the worst and most unusable buiildings of recent times. Who is in charge? Doesn't anyone care about quality? Is it just an endless chase for profits and gaining good deals for the shareholders? Mickey is, once again, disappointed by Human Nature, but his biggest shock is yet to come. Another preoccupation of his days is to try and find his lost girlfriend. Would she really leave town without telling him? Has she lost all interest in their relationship? Battered, bruised, Mickey cannot even begin to imagine the terrible truth. Whatever he thought might be in his wildest nightmare, the reality is surely the worst thing that has ever happened to him in his life.
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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?