May 14, 2015, Article by Mr Book in A Slice Of Murder, Books

You’ve waited long enough (so much so that you’ve probably forgotten all about Part 1), but here it is at last – the second instalment in our thrilling crime series, starring tough US cops Rex Worlde and Harrison Wye.

When we left our heroes previously in their local pizza joint, The Master and Margherita, they’d been rocked. Not by the jalapenos on their 14″ specials, but by an unsolved case returning from the past – a case that ruined Wye’s career and life. A murderer had struck again, and it was time to re-open the case of The Devil’s Library…

Without further ado, are you ready to devour the second the chunk of A Slice of Murder?


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Wye barrelled through the cubicle door and honked up a wodge of meat feast. This can’t be happening, he thought, levering himself onto the toilet and gulping whisky from his hipflask. The fact the Devil’s Library killer was back just as he was returning to the top of his game just couldn’t be a chance. Wye felt about coincidences the way he felt about good Adam Sandler films – they just don’t exist.

He wiped his mouth and read the graffiti on the cubicle door. Amongst the more trvial messages…

‘Hunky dude wants a friend. Good condition. One careful boner.’

…there was something more profound, etched in pencil:

‘We’re fragile but unbreakable, I hold the world.’

‘Holy sh*t.’ Wye got to his feet and kicked the cubicle door open. He stood there for a moment, looking at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, his fists clenched at his sides. Whichever goddamn poet wrote those words, he just hoped he’d be able to thank them one day.




‘I think those are Jedward lyrics,’ Worlde said as they sped along the freeway.


‘Never mind. Listen…’ Worlde shifted uncomfortably in his seat.


‘The Devil’s Library…. The killer… You gunna be OK to investigate this?

Wye let out a hollow laugh. ‘Worlde, you remember what I told you on your first day on the job?’

Worlde frowned. ‘’Put some cream on it and I’m sure it’ll clean up. And stop waving it around like that.”’

‘After that.’

‘Oh. Oh yeah, you said “Never be concerned if a dangerous killer from your past mysteriously reappears and you’re forced to investigate them again.”’

‘Apt, no?’

‘Very,’ Worlde said, slamming the Skoda into fifth.



From the outside, the library looked innocuous. A slab of pink between the white-brick buildings either side, like a bit of gammon stuck between molars.

As Worlde and Wye hurried up the steps they were met by a red-faced Commissioner Muldoon, hands on hips, moustache quivering like a startled sparrow.

‘Where the hell have you two clowns been?’ he snarled.

‘Baking custard pies,’ Wye quipped.

‘Always with the jokes. When you gunna start taking life seriously, huh?’

‘When it stops being such a joke, Commissioner.’

‘Well I’m glad you’re laughing now, Wye, ‘cause it ain’t no laughing matter in that goddamn library.’

The three of them marched through the entrance, brogues slapping on the floor like haddocks on a snare drum.

Someone lifted up the police tape, like on Morse, to let them pass through. Dressed head to toe in protective overalls, forensics expert Shifty McSpleen was snapping away at the body, which was face-down on the floor by the Bolivian Archery section. A librarian stood nearby, hands on hips.

Wordlessly, McSpleen handed Worlde a tiny gold trinket.

‘Well?’ Wye asked.

Worlde nodded. ‘It’s the same goddamn devil that was left on Logan Oswald’s body all those years ago. It’s the same murderer – he’s definitely back.’

‘Bollocks. You identified the victim?’ Wye asked Spleen.

‘Not yet. Wanted you here before I rolled him.’

Wye smiled. McSpleen always did things by the book (the book being the big book of cop show clichés).

Worlde and McSpleen approached the body and, with practised ease, rolled him onto his back.

For a moment, Wye thought he had gone deaf, the blood pounding his ears like loads of tiny wet hammers. He sank to his knees, his arms outstretched towards the beautiful face in front of him. It was his brother Hayon’s face. Hayon Wye, cold, dead, murdered.

‘Why, Hayon?! WHYYYYY?!’ he screamed.

‘Shhhh,’ said the librarian.

What a bombshell! The victim is the brother of one of our heroes!! It seems like the murderer who tried to end Wye’s career before is back and determined to finish the job. What will happen next? Stay tuned for part three of A Slice of Murder, the thrilling new Worlde & Wye mystery, coming soon…