The Twist of a Knife
Contents ( 57)
- Anthony Horowitz
- About the Author
- 1
- Separate Ways
- 2
- Mindgame
- 3
- First Night
- 4
- The First Review
- 5
- Daggers Drawn
- 6
- One Phone Call
- 7
- The Custody Clock
- 8
- Palgrove Gardens
- 9
- Seven Suspects
- 10
- Dressing Room 5
- 11
- Star Quality
- 12
- Another Knife
- 13
- A Run of Bad Luck
- 14
- Premonitions
- 15
- Clerkenwell at Night
- 16
- Frost and Longhurst
- 17
- Extract from Bad Boys by Harriet Throsby
- 18
- Moxham Hall
- 19
- Long Shadows
- 20
- Past Crimes
- 21
- The Jai Mahal
- 22
- Safe House
- 23
- Nothing Personal
- 24
- Back to the Vaudeville
- 25
- Final Act
- 26
- The Dotted Line
- Acknowledgements
- THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING
- Footnote
Anthony Horowitz
THE TWIST OF A KNIFE
About the Author
Bestselling author Anthony Horowitz has written two highly acclaimed Sherlock Holmes novels, The House of Silk and Moriarty; three James Bond novels, Trigger Mortis, Forever and a Day and With a Mind to Kill; four Detective Hawthorne novels, The Word is Murder, The Sentence is Death, A Line To Kill, and The Twist of a Knife, and the acclaimed bestselling mystery novels Magpie Murders and Moonflower Murders.
He is also the author of the teen spy Alex Rider series, and responsible for creating and writing some of the UK’s most loved and successful TV series, including Midsomer Murders and Foyle’s War.
In January 2022 he was awarded a CBE for his services to literature.
Also by Anthony Horowitz
The House of Silk
Moriarty
Trigger Mortis
Magpie Murders
The Word is Murder
Forever and a Day
The Sentence is Death
Moonflower Murders
A Line to Kill
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1
Separate Ways
‘I’m sorry, Hawthorne. But the answer’s no. Our deal is over.’
I hated arguing with Hawthorne. It wasn’t just that I invariably lost. He managed to make me feel bad about even trying to win. Those murky brown eyes of his could be quite ferocious when he was on the attack, but the moment I challenged him they would suddenly become hurt and defensive and I would find myself backtracking and apologising even though I was quite sure I was right. I’ve said this before, but there was something childlike about his moods. I never really knew where I was with him, which made it almost impossible to write about him and that, as it happened, was exactly what we were discussing now.
I had followed Hawthorne on three investigations and these had led to three books. The first had been published. The second was being read by my agent (although she’d had it for two and a half weeks and I hadn’t heard a word). I would start writing the third at the end of the year and I was confident it wasn’t going to be difficult because of course I’d already lived through it and knew what happened in the end. I had agreed to a three-book contract and as far as I was concerned, three was enough.
I hadn’t seen Hawthorne for a while. From the amount of crime fiction you’ll find in bookshops and on TV, you’d think someone is being murdered every hour of the day, but fortunately real life isn’t like that and several months had passed since we had got back from the island of Alderney, leaving just three bodies behind. I had no idea what he’d been up to in that time and, to be honest, he hadn’t been very much in my thoughts.