The Cuckoo's Calling (Cormoran Strike)

The Cuckoo's Calling (Cormoran Strike)

Robert Galbraith

Language: English

Pages: 480

ISBN: 0316206857

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

A brilliant debut mystery in a classic vein: Detective Cormoran Strike investigates a supermodel's suicide.

After losing his leg to a land mine in Afghanistan, Cormoran Strike is barely scraping by as a private investigator. Strike is down to one client, and creditors are calling. He has also just broken up with his longtime girlfriend and is living in his office.

Then John Bristow walks through his door with an amazing story: His sister, thelegendary supermodel Lula Landry, known to her friends as the Cuckoo, famously fell to her death a few months earlier. The police ruled it a suicide, but John refuses to believe that. The case plunges Strike into the world of multimillionaire beauties, rock-star boyfriends, and desperate designers, and it introduces him to every variety of pleasure, enticement, seduction, and delusion known to man.

You may think you know detectives, but you've never met one quite like Strike. You may think you know about the wealthy and famous, but you've never seen them under an investigation like this.

Introducing Cormoran Strike, this is the acclaimed first crime novel by J.K. Rowling, writing under the pseudonym Robert Galbraith.

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violent nature. ‘Rochelle didn’t jump. Nor did Lula Landry.’ ‘Bollocks,’ shouted Carver. ‘You’re speaking to the two men who proved Landry jumped. We went through every bit of fucking evidence with a fine-toothed fucking comb. I know what you’re up to. You’re milking that poor sod Bristow for all you can get. Why are you fucking smiling at me?’ ‘I’m thinking what a tit you’re going to look when this interview gets reported in the press.’ ‘Don’t you dare fucking threaten me with the press,

dialled, this time, a number in Germany. ‘Oggy,’ bellowed the tinny voice on the other end of the phone. ‘How the fuck are you?’ ‘Need a favour, mate.’ And Strike asked Lieutenant Graham Hardacre to give him all the information he could find on one Agyeman of the Royal Engineers, Christian name and rank unknown, but with particular reference to the dates of his tours of duty in Afghanistan. 12 It was only the second car he had driven since his leg had been blown off. He had tried

Everything was smoothly nondenominational; from the dark-wood pews and blank walls, carefully devoid of any religious device; to the abstract-stained glass window, a mosaic of little jewel-bright squares. Sitting on hard wood, while a whiny-voiced minister called Rochelle ‘Roselle’ and the fine rain speckled the gaudy patchwork window above him, Strike understood the appeal of gilded cherubs and plaster saints, of gargoyles and Old Testament angels, of gem-set golden crucifixes; anything that

Bristow came along, been asked out to dinner. It had been the collision of two people with an unhealthy need: I gave him tissues, and he asked me out to dinner. The hostel worker was buttoning up his jacket. Catching Strike’s eye, he gave a farewell wave, and departed without speaking to anyone. ‘So how does the big boss feel about his secretary dating his nephew?’ ‘It’s not up to Tony what I do in my private life,’ she said. ‘True enough,’ said Strike. ‘Anyway, he can’t talk about mixing

He noticed the discreet alarm keypad on the right wall, at right angles to a painting in which dreamy goats and peasants floated over a blue-toned village. Tall vases of orchids stood on a black japanned table beneath the Chagall. ‘Where’s Bestigui?’ Strike asked Wilson. ‘LA,’ said the security guard. ‘Back in two days.’ The light, bright sitting room had three tall windows, each of them with a shallow stone balcony beyond; its walls were Wedgwood blue and nearly everything else was white. All

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