'A fascinating snapshot of Vienna between the wars, pacey and entertaining' Guardian A man climbs into Ferdinand Sponer's cab and asks to be taken to the Hotel Bristol. Before he reaches his destination he has been murdered: shot through the throat. Though Sponer has committed no crime, he is drawn into the late Jack Mortimer's life. As the police circle closer, Sponer finds himself caught up in a tangled web of intrigue. I Was Jack Mortimer is a breathless, darkly captivating tale of misappropriated identity from one of the leading Austrian writers of the twentieth century.