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Hodgkiss doesn't miss a trick. Three new adventures of that cranky, obnoxious, insufferable but remarkably observant and astute senior citizen. When Hodgkiss' daughter, Esme, and son-in-law, Detective Inspector Donald Burke, present him with a puppy from the local pound their timing could not have been worse. There is open warfare between dog owners who exercise their pets off-leash at the local oval and the sporting groups that use it. The cause of the problem ... dog owners who don't pick up. So when Hodgkiss arrives at the oval to begin his new exercise regime he finds himself knee deep in…mehr

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Hodgkiss doesn't miss a trick. Three new adventures of that cranky, obnoxious, insufferable but remarkably observant and astute senior citizen. When Hodgkiss' daughter, Esme, and son-in-law, Detective Inspector Donald Burke, present him with a puppy from the local pound their timing could not have been worse. There is open warfare between dog owners who exercise their pets off-leash at the local oval and the sporting groups that use it. The cause of the problem ... dog owners who don't pick up. So when Hodgkiss arrives at the oval to begin his new exercise regime he finds himself knee deep in the problem. And things come to a head when the murdered body of a senior officer of the corrupt Kanundda Council is found nearby. Two greedy young ne'er-do-wells plan to rob their step-father by stealing the passwords to his bank accounts from his computer. But their bungling attempt leaves a clear trail for Hodgkiss to follow. When Hodgkiss and his friend Pat Strong visit a local garage sale they overhear a single angry phrase muttered by a man as he was leaving. Later, when the Kanundda Council agrees to hold a display of valuable books at the local library the expert who is to provide rare books for the display disappears and later is found murderer.
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Peter Sinclair has spent most of his working life writing. He began reporting courts and councils in rural Orange (NSW) in the late 1950s then worked briefly for The Sydney Daily Telegraph where, because of his fluent shorthand, he was sentenced first to report local councils then banished to the Coroner's Court.He'd had enough of sudden death and murder when opportunity knocked and he joined the staff of a new, large weekly paper in Sydney's northern suburbs, The North Shore Times where he was soon reporting councils again.In 1965, he climbed over the journalistic fence to work as press secretary for a succession of NSW cabinet ministers (both Liberal and Labor) until 1991. Since then, he has made guest reappearances to help out in the PR sections of government departments.His absorbing hobby is playing the piano. He has made a number of CDs in very limited editions. The titles tell it all: Peter Murders Mozart, Wrecks Rachmaninoff and Desecrates Debussy. He says he gives them away to people he doesn't like!He has been married to Margaret for fifty-seven years and they have two sons; Sam, who is married to Carolyn with one son, Harry, 18, and Patrick who is married to Beejai with twin boys, Jackson and Zachary, aged 13.