Jon Richter - Deadly Burial

A fight to the death…

When DI Chris Sigurdsson is assigned a grisly murder case on remote Salvation Island, he knows that it might be his strangest yet.

A forgotten wrestling star of the 1980s has been poisoned whilst in the ring, and amidst the slippery lies of his dangerous opponents, unravelling the victim’s murky past is almost impossible.

And as a storm threatens to cut Salvation Island off from the mainland, the race is on for Sigurdsson to find the ruthless killer before he strikes again…

A gripping debut crime thriller novel from Jon Richter, perfect for fans of Peter James, Stuart McBride and Leigh Russell.

Deadly Burial

Jon Richter

ONE PLACE. MANY STORIES

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Blurb A fight to the death… When DI Chris Sigurdsson is assigned a grisly murder case on remote Salvation Island, he knows that it might be his strangest yet. A forgotten wrestling star of the 1980s has been poisoned whilst in the ring, and amidst the slippery lies of his dangerous opponents, unravelling the victim’s murky past is almost impossible. And as a storm threatens to cut Salvation Island off from the mainland, the race is on for Sigurdsson to find the ruthless killer before he strikes again… A gripping debut crime thriller novel from Jon Richter, perfect for fans of Peter James, Stuart McBride and Leigh Russell.

Title Page Deadly Burial Jon Richter ONE PLACE. MANY STORIES

Author Bio JON RICHTER lives in London and spends most of his time in the guise of his sinister alter ego, pretending to be an accountant. When he isn’t doing this, he is a self-confessed nerd who loves books, films and video games – basically any way to tell a good story. Jon writes whenever he can and hopes to bring you more stories in the very near future. If you want to chat to him he can sometimes be found running around East London in an attempt to fend off his diet of ready meals and gin, or spouting nonsense on Twitter. You can follow him @RichterWrites.

Acknowledgements This book could not have been completed without the help of all of the friends and family members that read and gave feedback on multiple drafts, including in particular Ashley, Liam, Haydn, Dave, Lucy, Ciara, my mum, my dad, and my siblings Faye, Natalie, Amy and Sam. I would also like to thank Charlotte for her patience and insight as she helped a first-time author through the editing process, and Lisa for believing in such a weird story in the first place. Finally, I would like to thank all of the professional wrestlers that have sacrificed their bodies to entertain us over the years, many of whom are now sadly missed.

Dedication This book is for my parents, Karen and Peter. Thank you both for all of your endless encouragement and praise.

Excerpt I: Whatever Happened to Vic Valiant?

Sunday

Excerpt II: The End of the End

Monday

Excerpt III: Making a Monster

Tuesday

Excerpt IV: On Immortality

Wednesday

Excerpt V: The Gravy Train

Thursday

Excerpt VI: Vic Valiant, Unmasked

Friday

A Different Friday

Loose Ends

Excerpt VII: Peace

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JON RICHTER

lives in London and spends most of his time in the guise of his sinister alter ego, pretending to be an accountant. When he isn’t doing this, he is a self-confessed nerd who loves books, films and video games – basically any way to tell a good story. Jon writes whenever he can and hopes to bring you more stories in the very near future. If you want to chat to him he can sometimes be found running around East London in an attempt to fend off his diet of ready meals and gin, or spouting nonsense on Twitter. You can follow him @RichterWrites.

This book could not have been completed without the help of all of the friends and family members that read and gave feedback on multiple drafts, including in particular Ashley, Liam, Haydn, Dave, Lucy, Ciara, my mum, my dad, and my siblings Faye, Natalie, Amy and Sam.

I would also like to thank Charlotte for her patience and insight as she helped a first-time author through the editing process, and Lisa for believing in such a weird story in the first place.

Finally, I would like to thank all of the professional wrestlers that have sacrificed their bodies to entertain us over the years, many of whom are now sadly missed.

This book is for my parents, Karen and Peter.

Thank you both for all of your endless encouragement and praise.

Excerpt I: Whatever Happened To Vic Valiant?

My name is Victor Schultz, and I’ve written this book because I’ve had an interesting life.

You know me as Vic Valiant, the former two-time SWA champion. Maybe I was your childhood hero. Maybe you know a little about my problems with alcohol and drug addiction. You might be a big fan of professional wrestling and think you know what goes on ‘behind the curtain’.

Well, I can tell you that there’s a whole lot you don’t know about our business – and there’s a hell of a lot you don’t know about me. A lot of it is dark and despicable, and by the end of this book you most likely won’t like me very much.

But I don’t care, because I suppose I’ve also written this book as a kind of confession. I’m going to tell it like it is, and like it was, and if that means I upset my fans, and my so-called friends, and anyone else in this crazy industry, then so be it.

I don’t precisely know why I’ve decided to write this now. It isn’t because I think it’s going to sell a million copies and make me a ton of money. A bunch of wrestlers much more famous than me are all getting in on this book-writing thing, and their books are probably much better, because they can afford to hire ghost writers and editors and all of that shit. I can’t, because I’m broke as fuck, so what you read here are just old Vic’s thoughts, just like my old promos used to work – words tumbling out.

Maybe it’s because I feel like I’m on the final downhill stretch. Yesterday was my forty-eighth birthday, and my body is starting to break down, and I’m not even sure I’ll be able to drop the big elbow for much longer. My kids haven’t spoken to me for years, the rest of my family for even longer. I’m living in England, of all places, touring with All Action Wrestling, and living with a woman who I won’t name because she’s one of the few people who’s been good to me and done me a favour with no strings attached, letting me stay with her and her kid for free while I try to get myself clean and straight.

We travel around shitty venues and wrestle in front of tiny drunk crowds, then I stand at the merch table grinning like a fucking goon at all these limey assholes who want to tell me about how great I am and how they’ve always been a huge fan and can they get a photo on their phone please, but evidently they’re not a big enough fan to actually cough up any money for a fucking T-shirt. I’m wrestling guys half my size, some of whom are young and talented but the majority of whom are just stupid kids or fat old wrecks – and even the talented ones are heading for the scrapyard way faster than me, because these days it’s all about triple somersaults and 450 splashes and taking chair shots direct to the skull. One of the young kids here is going to be a cripple before he’s twenty-five if the boss keeps putting him in hardcore street fights and cage matches.