Dead Air

'Hugely entertaining'
Daily Telegraph

A couple of ice cubes, first, then the apple that really started it all. A loft apartment in London's East End; cool but doomed demolition and redevelopment slated fro the following week. Ken Nott, devoutly contrarian leftish shock-jock attending a mid-week wedding lunch, starts dropping stuff off the rood towards the deserted car park a hundred feet below. Other guests join in and soon half the contents of the flat are following the fruit towards the pitted tarmac . . . just as mobiles start to ring, and the apartment's remaining TV is turned on, because apparently a plane has crashed into the World Trade Center . . .

'A thrilling read, it's a dazzlingly clever, edgy, suspenseful book'
Scotland on Sunday