Korruption Kills, Part 2 - Mike Scantlebury

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Résumé :
Mickey is fighting mad. Someone pushed him into the river and he nearly drowned. Once he got out, his first priority is to find the guilty party, even if it means travelling four thousand miles from his home in Salford, England to the heart of Africa. Unfortunately, he isn't the only one making this scarey journey. The British government has decided they have too many Boat People arriving on their shores, uninvited, and have decided to fly them to the same remote location, a disturbing, politically unstable country, where violence and bribery are commonplace. Mickey is a decent person, and he can't help himself. He has to step in when he sees people being bullied and harassed. It deflects him from his quarry, and puts himself in danger, but with the arrival of some old friends, he is able to master the local culture, the foreign currency, and overcome his usual feelings. After all, he wants to get on with his search. Surprisingly, he has assistance as well as blocks and in a surprisingly short time secrets are revealed. People he has had dealings with in the past are passing through the frightening land, often on their way elsewhere, but they have information. Though most of it is contradictory, it's not brains that is in short supply, but actors - people who have the nerve, the skills, the history and the willingness to take a few risks and do their best. Luckily, Mickey fits that bill. Even though his mind is still fogged and unclear since he was in hospital in England, he successfully manages to pull a team together and foil a deadly plot, earning his way back home in the process....

Biographie:
Mickey is from Manchester, and he's a Tough Guy. My name is Mike Scantlebury and I'm the author. I'm not a tough guy, I'm more like an opal, small and perfectly formed. But - more bad news, and worse than that - I'm from Bristol, which is a small, historic port in South West England. It's only claim to fame is that people sailed from there in the 15th century and discovered America. Oh, yeah, well, that is quite a Big Thing, isn't it? But that's the deceptive part of the whole story. I live in Salford now, across the river from the big Northern city of Manchester. My 'Manchester' is not like anyone else's, and if you think you know Manchester - maybe from reading other books set there, or seeing the place on films or on television - I need you to know that. Things aren't always what they seem, are they? Luckily, Manchester has Mickey, which means, fortunately for them, that whenever something bad happens, (and it does, regularly), they've got someone who is going to come in, do The Right Thing, and clear up the mess. Not every town can say that now, can they?...