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Paul Marrick is a specialist insurance investigator engaged by a Lloyds syndicate to find and — settle the hash of — Michael Ovnanyan, owner of a luxurious movie production facility at Cannes but also a modern pirate with a converted Navy fast patrol boat — the Moloch.
Paul’s hunt for the Moloch and stolen yellowcake morphs into a hunt for stolen MM40 Exocet missiles and a diamond collection, the famous centrepiece of which is the fabulous Rostov Constellation.
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I loved flying in days when you bought your tickets from small ads in the Evening Standard and didn’t have to take your shoes off before boarding. Thrillers and spy stories on airport bookstands prompted The Rostov Constellation, and I once had London’s leading private collection of Simenon livres de poche.

 I looked just a bit like Martin Shaw playing Doyle rather than George Gently myself in those days, and when I close my eyes now, I can still smell caporal tobacco and taste Gaston’s champagne splits outside The French on warm summer’s evenings.

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