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Shamefully late. Unforgiveably late, but I have finally picked up Head Shot.
"The screaming phone assaulted his eardrums. Sweat lacquered his bare neck and chest. McCauley shivered, rolled onto his side and stared at the alarm clock. The red haze strung his eyes, gradually forming recognisable numbers. Four in the morning. He lifted the handset to his ear, answered with a grunt."