The Dead Hour (Paddy Meehan Series #2)

The Dead Hour (Paddy Meehan Series #2)

by Denise Mina


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Paddy Meehan returns in Denise Mina's most powerful mystery yet, nominated for a 2007 Edgar Award

When journalist Paddy Meehan investigates a domestic dispute, the well-dressed man who answers the door assures her the blonde in the shadows behind him is fine, and slips her money before he closes the door. In fact, the woman was tortured and left to die later that night, and Paddy has only days to uncover the truth before the newspaper learns of her bribe and the police close the case for reasons of their own. Only Paddy cares enough to pursue a dark and brutal story that could make her career-or kill her, in a novel that proves why Denise Mina is "some kind of magnificent" (Wall Street Journal).

"Brutally funny." -People

"Mina again demonstrates why she is one of the best mystery writers on either side of the Atlantic." -Miami Herald

"In all her insecurity, Paddy is achingly real . . . and Mina's note-perfect writing captures Paddy's voice dead-on." -Boston Globe

"A gloriously visceral style. . . . Mina excels at narrative and social commentary." -Newsday

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780316003537
Publisher: Little, Brown and Company
Publication date: 02/12/2008
Series: Paddy Meehan Series , #2
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 368
Product dimensions: 5.40(w) x 8.20(h) x 1.10(d)

About the Author

Denise Mina is the author of Deception, the Garnethill trilogy, and Field of Blood. She lives in Glasgow, Scotland, with her family.

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The Dead Hour

A Novel
By Denise Mina


Copyright © 2006 Denise Mina
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-316-73594-9

Chapter One


"Nice time?" "Two weeks with the wife and a six-month-old wean," sneered Tam. "You work it out."

He was the same age as Paddy, in his early twenties, but monkeyed the genuine melancholy of the older officers.

"So." She took her notebook out of her pocket. "What brought you out here?" She'd heard the call on the police radio in the car: the neighbors were complaining about a disturbance. It wasn't a neighborhood that would tolerate much nightlife.

Tam rolled his eyes. "Noise complaint: cars screeching, front door slamming, shouting."

Paddy raised her eyebrows. Noise complaints took two minutes: the household opened the door, promised to keep it down, and everyone went home.

Tam glanced at the door. "There's a woman inside with blood on her face."

"Did he hit her?" "I suppose. Either that or she's been punching herself in the mouth." Tam chuckled at his joke but Paddy had the feeling he'd made it before. Or heard it from someone else. She didn't smile back.

"Not really the right neighborhood for a noisy party on a Tuesday night."

Tam huffed. "Seen the motors?" He nodded to two shiny BMWs parked in the shadows around the back of the tall house. One was a big imposing car, the other asports car, but they matched somehow, like his-and-hers wedding rings. Paddy didn't know much about cars but she knew that the price of one of them would pay her family's rent for three years.

Together they looked at the man. "Is Dan going to lift him?" "Nah," said Tam, "the woman wants us to leave it. Vhari Burnett. She's a lawyer. One of us."

Paddy was surprised. "She's prosecution?" "Aye." He pointed at the police officer at the door. "Dan there knows her from the high court. Says she's decent but, you know, why doesn't she want him charged?"

Paddy thought it was pretty obvious why a woman wouldn't want to bring a criminal prosecution against any man who had a key to her front door. Her oldest sister, Caroline, regularly turned up at the house with big bruises on her arms and went mad when anyone mentioned them. The family were Catholic; leaving wasn't always an option. Paddy could have corrected Tam but it was two a.m. and she heard the same lazy, simple-minded shit from officers attending domestic incidents every night. She depended on them for stories and couldn't call them on it. Despite her courting them and never contradicting, the night shift guys still sensed her distance and went behind her back, feeding the best stories to other journalists, guys they watched football with or drank near. Banishing thoughts of her fading career, Paddy turned toward the house.

The first thing she noticed about the dark-haired man was his mouth-watering figure: tall with long legs and slim hips. He stood with his weight on one foot, hips to one side, tolerating Dan's chat. His lashes were long and dark and he kept his eyes a little shut, as though the weight of his lashes forced him to look languid. The conservative white shirt had a thin salmon-pink stripe. Over it he wore black suspenders with shiny steel buckles, and he had on expensive black shoes and suit trousers. His outfit looked like a work uniform. His face was calm and smiling, although his fingers fidgeted nervously on the door handle behind him. He was beautiful.

Paddy sauntered slowly over to the door, staying near the house, keeping in the shadows. Dan, the questioning officer, nodded at his notebook as the man spoke.

"... Dan, it won't happen again." He seemed quite casual and Paddy could see that Dan had no intention of taking him in, not even just to lock him in the cells for a couple of hours and teach him a lesson about being a snotty shite. She had seen Dan and Tam at many midnight disturbances and they weren't known for their tolerance. Dan was a fit man, for all he was thin and older. She'd seen him being cheeked-up, and using his wiry frame to introduce a couple of faces to the side of his squad car.

Dan dropped his eyes and scratched something into his pad with a stubby pencil. Thinking himself unobserved, the man dropped his guard and Paddy saw a twitch of excitement as his hands tensed over the handle.

"Okay," said Dan, "you'll need to keep it down. If we get another call we'll have no option but to take some sort of action." "Sure. Don't worry about it."

Dan shut his notebook and backed off the step. "Maybe you should get her seen to."

"Definitely." He seemed to relax for a moment. Paddy stepped into the circle of yellow light in front of the door. "Hello. I'm Paddy Meehan from the Scottish Daily News. Could I talk to you about the police being called here?"

The man glared at Dan, who shrugged a little and backed away to the panda car. Up close his eyes were Paul Newman blue and his lips pink, fleshy. She wanted to touch them with her fingertips. His eyes read Paddy's secondhand green leather coat, the spiky dark hair, beige suede pixie boots, and her large gold hoops. She saw him notice the red enamel thumb ring on her right hand. It was cheap, bought from a hippie shop, and the blue inserts were crumbling and falling out.

"Like your look," he said. He smiled but she could tell he was lying.

"Thanks. Your look's a bit 'business,' isn't it?" He swept his shirtfront straight and tucked a thumb under his suspender. "Like it?" He shifted his weight, drawing her attention to his hips. It was a bit too explicit, too overt to be casually flirtatious. She didn't like it.

"So, have you been beating your wife?" "Excuse me ..." He held his left hand up, and showed her his bare third finger in defense. He wasn't married.

"Do you know Dan?" He looked her square in the face, eyes clouded over. "I don't know Dan."

She frowned and raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Dan?" The familiarity of the first name gave their relationship away more than his manner toward the policeman.

He shrugged as if he didn't care whether she believed him or not, and ran his fingers through his black hair. She could hear the crisp crumple of the fine starched linen on his shirtsleeve. The door fell open a foot behind him. Paddy saw an imposing Victorian hall stand, dark oak with hooks for hats, a place on the arm for umbrellas and walking sticks. In the middle of the dark wood frame was a large mirror and reflected in the glass she saw a woman's frightened face.

The pretty blonde was standing in the door that led to the living room, listening. She was slim necked and fine featured, the tips of her bob stained pink with blood. As she watched Paddy through the mirror her slender fingers cartwheeled the curtain of hair behind her ear, revealing a bloody jaw. A thin slash of scarlet ran from the side of her mouth to her chin, down her neck and over her collarbone, soaking into the wide Lady Di lace ruff on her white blouse.

For a slither of a moment their eyes met and Paddy saw the vacant expression she'd seen many times at car crashes and fights, a look saturated with shock and pain. She raised her eyebrows at the blonde, asking if she wanted help, but the woman gave a half shake of the head and broke off eye contact, sliding backward in the doorway and out of the mirror.

The man saw Paddy looking and pulled the door closed at his back. "We're fine, really." He smiled warmly and nodded, as if thanking Paddy for coming to a nice party. The porchway light was weak and yellow but she saw it suddenly: blood on his own neck, in among the short black hairs. They were spots, flecks from spray. He smiled at her. She could see the glint of flint in his eyes.

"Have you beaten her before?" He was getting irritated but only a little bit. He glanced over at Tam and Dan by the squad car and Paddy followed his gaze. Dan shook his head, giving the man an answer, sending a signal Paddy didn't understand. The man took a tired breath. "Won't you wait for a moment, please?"

Opening the door less than half a foot, he slipped inside. For a moment, as the door fell toward the jamb, Paddy thought he had done the sensible thing and shut her out, but he came back smiling a second later.

He leaned forward and put something in Paddy's hand. "I can't stress enough how important it is that this doesn't get in the paper." It was a fifty-pound note. "Please?"

The note was damp and pink with blood.

Paddy glanced around. Both officers were standing by their panda car with their backs to her. The windows in the house across the nearest hedge were black and blank and empty. Her cold fingers closed over the note.

"Good night." He slipped back into the house and shut the door firmly but quietly.

Paddy looked at the grain of the oak door, worn yellow where habitual hands felt for the handle or fitted a key. The large brass handle was smeared with blood. She had fifty quid in her hand. She squeezed it just to be sure it was there and the wetness of the blood chilled her. A little excited, she crammed her fist into her coat pocket, turning stiffly and crunching back down the perfect driveway. The wind ruffled her hair. Somewhere in the far distance a car rumbled down a road, pausing to change gear.

At the police car, Tam shrugged. "It's important to them. She's a lawyer," he said, inadvertently letting her know that they'd been paid off too.

Dan slapped the back of Tam's head and tutted. As she passed she overheard Tam defend himself in an undertone, "It's only wee Meehan."

They climbed into the police car and started the engine, Dan backing carefully out of the driveway, reversing past Paddy at the side of the calls car.

As she opened the passenger door she glanced back at the brightly lit window of the big house. For an instant she saw a movement behind the net curtains, a swirl of light and motion. She blinked and when she looked back the room was still.

Billy watched her fall into the backseat in the rearview mirror and took a draw on his cigarette. He had seen her take the money, she was sure of it. She could have offered to share it but she didn't know what the etiquette was, she'd never been bribed before. Besides, fifty quid could solve a host of problems.

Billy reversed out of the drive but her eyes lingered on the house. In the coming weeks and months she would recall the skirl of light she had witnessed at the window, how glad she was to be back in the warm car, and how thrilling the note had felt in her pocket.

In the time to come she would burn with shame when she remembered her absolute conviction that the bloodied woman in the mirror was nothing whatever to do with her.


Billy drove in silence down the black glistening road toward the city, listening to the pip and crackle of the police radio. Paddy could hardly look at him in the mirror.

Even if Billy had seen her take the money she knew he wouldn't ask her about it. They were careful what they asked each other because the truth was difficult. Injudicious questions had told her that Billy and his wife were fighting all the time, that he didn't like his son much since he had become a teenager. She had told him that she felt disgusting and fat, that her unemployed family resented living off her wages and the unnatural power it gave her in the house.

Billy and Paddy had never developed a workmates' rapport of comforting lies. The police radio was on all the time, forming a wall of white noise that stopped them talking in anything more than staccato bursts. They never spoke long enough to let Billy hint that his son was basically a genius who hadn't found his niche or Paddy suggest that her weight was a bit hormonal. All that lay between them was a raw stretch of truth. At least they were kind to each other. It would have been unbearable otherwise.

"Hey, you'll like this one," Billy said, turning the radio down for a second. "What's a domestic altercation?" "I don't know, Billy, what is a domestic altercation?"

"A fight in a hoose in Bearsden." He turned the radio back up and smiled at her in the mirror, telling her it was okay.

She looked sadly down at her hand as it uncurled in her lap. Her palm had blood on it. "You're right, Billy, I do like that one."

She needed the money. Her father had been unemployed for two years. There were four children living at home and she was the only one bringing in a wage. She was the youngest and now the major earner. It gave her an unspoken veto in family decisions; her mother told her how much every item in the shopping cost and emphasized her frugality with food. It left Paddy with nothing for herself and she couldn't fathom how to rectify the power imbalance at home. Still, the Meehans were relatively well off: one in three adults was unemployed in many parts of the city. Her mother wouldn't notice the blood on the note as long as she left it to dry and brown.


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The Dead Hour (Paddy Meehan Series #2) 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 22 reviews.
bhowell on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is the 2nd in the Paddy Meehan series and another great thriller.
DeltaQueen50 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The Dead Hour is the 2nd book in this series about Glasgow reporter Paddy Meehan. Set in the early 1980¿s Paddy is slowing making her way in a definite man¿s world at The Daily News. Working the night shift, she and her driver follow the action through the radio and arrive at a disturbance call in an upper class area. Paddy notes that the handsome man at the door appears to know the police and is not letting anyone into the house. She sidles up to get a statement and catches a glimpse of a battered woman inside. The woman quickly steps backs out of sight, the man presses money into Paddy¿s hand and shuts the door. The police shrug and leave, Paddy dismisses the incident, only to have it come back to haunt her when she finds out the next day that the woman is unmarried and has been found in her house, dead.This book deals with the dark and violent subjects of cocaine, murder, and torture in a very real and gritty way. Alongside of this we have comedic relief in Paddy¿s very Irish family, and the realistic dealings of upheavals in the press business. The result is a seamless story from a very accomplished author.
-Eva- on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
It's been three years since Patricia "Paddy" Meehan¿s big scoop and she became a full-fledged reporter. Since then, however, she has been stuck on the night shift, which turns into a potential blessing when the paper changes direction, redundancies are announced, and Paddy comes across a domestic-cum-murder, complete with intrigue, bribery, and drugs, which could save her from being made redundant, but which could also cost her life.As in Field of Blood, Mina's descriptions of 80's Glasgow with all its financial and personal problems are painfully true to life and people's dejection is obvious. I still can't find myself warming to Paddy, though. Although the plot is interesting and the twists and turns make The Dead Hour quite thrilling, Paddy's voice eludes me for some reason and she seems to just follow the plot wherever it goes rather than being active. My problem with her might just be that she's not funny and it's somewhat of a requirement for me in a book with such a gruesome and graphic plot. I have Slip of the Knife to read as well and, considering the cliff-hanger upon which The Dead Hour ends, I'm hoping to gain more sympathy for Paddy. I do enjoy Mina's writing tremendously, especially her capturing of a time and place and the relationships between her characters are quite raw and genuine, but Ms. Meehan might not be a good fit for me.
cathyskye on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Protagonist: 21-year-old journalist Paddy MeehanSetting: Glasgow, Scotland in 1984Series: #2First Line: Paddy Meehan was comfortable in the back of the car.The Dead Hour opens with Paddy Meehan, a crime reporter for the Scottish Daily News following up a late-night disturbance complaint in the posh suburb of Bearsden. The handsome man at the door assures Paddy (as he had the police) that the incident won't happen again. Behind him is a blond woman with a bloody face, Vhari Burnett, a well-respected lawyer. The man bribes Paddy (as he had the police) to keep quiet. The next day the news of Vhari's murder dismays Paddy. When a suicide is fished out of the river, Paddy begins to think the two deaths might be connected. The story alternates between the viewpoint of Paddy and that of Vhari's sister Kate, a cocaine addict.I think Paddy is one of the best characters in current fiction. She lives in an area of Glasgow that has high unemployment, and she's seen more than her share of violent domestics. Her mother wants her married. Paddy wants something better for herself. In so many ways, Paddy is an "Every Woman" and it would be almost impossible not to root for her...or to want to shake her when she does something stupid. The Dead Hour ends with such a cliffhanger that it will be extremely difficult for me to keep my hands off the next book.
mojacobs on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The second of the Paddy Meehan books, and just as satisfying as the other ones. Mina has created a wonderful character and tells a good story - that's enough for me
markatread on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I really liked the main character in this book. She makes some dumb choices, but her story is compelling. The plot is not as good, in fact it has some problems. But I liked the character enough to go out and buy the other two books in the series. I wanted to know what had already happened to her in the first book and what happened to her after this one.This was one of the 6 books nominated for best mystery in 2007 by the Edgar Awards. I thought Janissay Tree and Gentlemen and Players were both better books but this one was worthy of it's nomination.
barbpie on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is the second in her mystery series featuring crime reporter Paddy Meehan. Paddy has been promoted from her former go-fer position at the Scottish Daily News, although she is now the only person at her house in the Eastern Star housing estate who is ¿earning.¿ As usual in these books, Paddy gets involved in, and solves for the ¿polis,¿ a heinous murder. Heather O¿Neill, who has a perfect Glaswegian accent, read this book to me on compact disc. Hearing this book read in the lilting cadences of a Scotch burr made the experience even more enjoyable and exciting to me than reading it.
swl on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I STILL love Paddy!The plot's fine, the crime's interesting, the 80s setting is a lot of fun, and I'm getting a little education about that era's recession and how it affected Scotland. BUT it's all about Paddy for me. DM is pure genius - the best ever - at conveying the heart of this character poignantly, compellingly, achingly - and sparingly.In particular, the scene where paddy first gets it on with the married guy - if that isn't the truest depiction of the complicated emotions surrounding sex, I don't know what is.DM is one of my favorite authors, male or female. But she writes women like no one else I've seen.
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gloriafeit More than 1 year ago
Paddy Meehan, 21 years old and on night shift [called the “calls car” shift, and encompassing the Dead Hour, 3 AM], at the Scottish Daily News in Glasgow, makes one of her usual nightly calls, following the police radio in the car and going to the address to which the police have been summoned. This time it appears to be a domestic disturbance, the victim a young, elegant-looking blond woman who, though obviously bloodied, refuses any assistance and, when Paddy catches her eye, seems to slightly shake her head. The police leave, aided by the passing of money into their hands from the man who had answered the door, a scenario replayed moments later when Paddy, herself now the recipient of a 50 pound note, tries to question him. The following morning Paddy learns that the body of the blond woman, a prosecution attorney from a wealthy family, has been found, having been tortured, beaten and left to die, and she is tormented by the possible role she may have played by her quiescence. To salve her conscience and, not incidentally, hoping to make her mark as an investigative journalist at the same time, Paddy follows up on the story, which expands when another death follows, whether suicide or murder an uncertain matter. Glasgow, its rougher as well as finer areas, the helplessness of those affected by 1980’s unemployment, and the protagonist’s Irish Catholic background, are well drawn, as is Paddy, young, rebellious, hardworking [sole support of her parents and several siblings] and ambitious. The author having interspersed a second pov, contained within but separate from its surrounding chapters, was a bit confusing at first to this reader, as the identity of the second voice in unclear [although the reader knows her name] – it is really her relation to the rest of the story thus far that is not clear. It is not until over 50 pages into the book that her identity becomes evident. The effect of this device is to steadily build the suspense which, despite the book having begun at a moderate pace, grows till the hold-your-breath conclusion and a shocking twist before a very satisfying conclusion. As for that cliffhanger in the last line, the resolution of that will have to await the next book in the series, which I will eagerly await. The Dead Hour is the second in the Paddy Meehan series, following Field of Blood, and Ms. Mina’s earlier books, including Deception and the Garnethill trilogy.
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I can't wait to read all the other books from this author. Easy read but very engaging.
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anavidreaderWY More than 1 year ago
This is an ok book....the beginning is great, but the ending is typical. If you pick it up for a plane ride it will hold your interest moderately, but as far as an exciting book, this is not it. It may be that I just was not all that impressed with the main character-Paddy.
GailCooke More than 1 year ago
From time to time a story and narrator seem perfectly matched - such is the case with Heather O'Neill and her narration of The Dead Hour. O'Neill's Scottish burr precisely suits it's both distinctive and distinct. Her reading is firm, thoughtful, apt voice for this story of a bold young reporter, Paddy Meehan. Paddy works for the Scottish Daily News where she's subject to verba jabs from males on the staff. Granted, Paddy is a bit over weight, still there's no need to call her 'wee hen' or 'fat cow,' is there? However, Paddy has much more on her mind than eternal dieting and the insultings comments levied at her - she's working the night shift when she goes to what has been called a domestic dispute in a well-to-do suburb. Once there she sees what appears to be a beautiful blonde woman - it's somewhat difficult to tell as the woman is bleeding from a head wound and rejecting offers of help, first from the police and now from Paddy. The next morning Paddy is shocked to seee on the TV news that the woman she saw last evening has been found murdered. Remembering that she accepted a 50 pound note to go away, Paddy determines to find the woman's killer although that will, as she soon discovers, put her own life in jeopardy. With this, the second in a five book Paddy Meehan series, Denise Mina establishes herself as a writer of note, sketching the city of Glasgow with authenticity and its people with color while spinning a first-rate crime novel. - Gail Cooke
harstan More than 1 year ago
In 1984, Scottish Daily News twenty-one years old crime reporter Patricia 'Paddy' Meehan arrives at an elegant house in the upper crust Glasgow suburb of Bearsden where a handsome man is talking with police officers McGregor and Gourlay. He informs her and the cops that everything is fine, that it will not happen again and that they prefer it kept out of the papers as he hands her a fifty pound note. Though the journalist remains concerned when she notices that political activist and lawyer Vhari Burnett¿s face is bloodied and bruised, Paddy agrees to remain quiet accepting the bribe as apparently did the cops too.--------------------- The next day Paddy feels guilty for her actions when she learns that Vhari was murdered worse she feels incompetent for not seeing that the culprit had already knocked out Vhari¿s teeth by the time she arrived. Paddy feels she let herself down by selling out her ethics and vows never again while also pondering the reason Vhari failed to leave with them when she could. When the cops pull a suicide victim out of the river, Paddy sees a link between the two cases. She seeks that tie as a means to atone from her personal fall from grace.-------------------- Paddy¿s second appearance (see A FIELD OF BLOOD) is a fabulous investigative journalist whodunit starring a woman learning her profession on the job and in this case receives a powerful life and death lesson on ethics. The story line is centered on Paddy¿s efforts to uncover the truth especially her theory linking the two deaths that her more experienced crime beat peers scoff at. Denise Mina writes a terrific Scottish mystery filled with a strong support cast, a gritty look at the city compared to a posh suburb, and an optimistic heroine who lost a strip of her idealism.---------------- Harriet Klausner