Nicky Burkett is a small-time criminal. He doesn’t object to the adjective, because a small-time criminal is less likely to attract attention from people who object to the noun.
But nothing seems to go right for him. Brown Bread in Wengen opens with a scene that could ruin anyone’s day: an MP turns up on the doorstep of Nicky’s North East London home. Even worse: he’s dead. That’s the kind of crime Nicky wants no part of—and neither does his wife, who orders him to deal with the problem. Which is easier said than done when you’ve got a corpse but no killer, a body but nobody to pin it on. And all too soon, way too many people know about the dead man. Nicky finds himself in a race against time—and, unexpectedly, to Switzerland, where everything ends in a violent confrontation on the posh slopes of Wengen.
The third book in a series that is rapidly becoming a cult favorite, this is a startlingly original, brilliantly funny crime novel sure to captivate fans of masters like Elmore Leonard and Donald Westlake.
