Suspended from duty pending an extortion investigation, DCI Pat Curzon is forced to watch from the sidelines when the boss of a job recruitment agency is found poisoned to death in her office.
Unimpressed by the bungling way his colleagues are conducting their inquiries and bored to the point of insanity, he decides to investigate the killing himself.
And so away he goes on another Glasgow odyssey, harvesting the murky secrets that his bosses and the British government would prefer us not to know.
Dark but humorous in parts, Whisky Leaks is Book 3 in the Dirty Rouge detective series.
I always knew I wanted to be a writer. But what were my books going to be about? And where were they going to be set? Coming from a shire town in the Midlands of England, there were no shortage of stories, but the setting just wasn’t spectacular enough for me. My problem was solved when I first visited Glasgow as a teenager back in the 1980s. The sandstone tenement blocks with front stoops, the grid-plan of the city centre – reminiscent of a mini New York – on rolling hills that could have been in San Francisco, with vanishing point alleyways that bisected the city for half a mile – god it was noir heaven. I felt as if I was on the set of an American crime movie and I knew that I just had to pay homage to it in some way. That’s why, when I eventually did get round to publishing my first novel in 2012, it was a Glasgow story called Guilt Tripper. It took twenty years to write Guilt Tripper. But then, shortly after it’s publication, I wrote a crime novella called The Dirty Rouge, featuring a corrupt and misanthropic DCI called Patrick Curzon; a book which seemed to pour out of me in just a couple of weeks. It was intended as a bit of fun really, a hyper-pastiche of all things noir in literature, film and TV. It was supposed to be a one-off. But Curzon seems to have possessed me, and, since the debut of The Dirty Rouge I have now written two more full-length novels featuring Curzon, the most recent being Whisky Leaks. I feel inside that there are many, many more to come. When I write the character Curzon, it is as if he is dictating the words and I am merely typing them up.