From a former Fleet Street journalist and an accomplished British suspense writer comes a complex puzzle wrapped in a plot that could almost be ripped from contemporary U.S. headlines. Imagine what would happen if a vanished woman’s body lay underwater for almost three decades, the police unable ...
Will the secrets of a dark night ever be revealed? When rock idol Scott Silver is found murdered, the prime suspect lies dead next to him. For Silver's killer broke into his mansion home on the South Devon coast and it appears that the rock star's mesmerising widow Angel killed the intruder in s...
John Kelly, once a reporter, always a maverick, has become embroiled in the mystery surrounding a series of disturbing deaths at a tough army training base in the heart of Dartmoor. Several young men and women have died suddenly and tragically, mostly from gunshot wounds that the army claims to h...
They gave me no advance warning so I entertained them in the kitchen, but this time I did offer them some refreshment, something I had omitted to do the previous afternoon. I made them the cappuccinos they requested and piled shortbread biscuits onto a plate while they beg...
When we parted Simon and I had split up restaurants and bars the way some people split up their possessions, their animals and their children. Simon had agreed that I could have sole use of San Carlos, as it held rotten memories for him anyway of times when I had left meals uneaten and him abando...
Tiny and George were arrested at their homes. They picked up Greg in his lock-up over at Waterloo loading cases of dodgy whisky into the back of his van, and they tracked down Bob to the luxury block of flats at Clerkenwell where he regularly attended to both the plants in the public areas and se...
Not any more. But I always did what Carl said. Doing what somebody else told me to had always been a habit for me and old habits die hard. In any case I did not seem able to think clearly. Everything appeared blurred. I let him help me outside and down the alleyway to where the van was parked in ...
She opened the message, gasped, then emitted a little cry, which caused Joyce to take her eyes from the road and glance anxiously at her daughter. Molly was staring at her phone, in shock. ‘What is it?’ asked Joyce. ‘It-it’s Fred,’ stumbled Molly. ‘I have a message from Fred.’ ‘What?’ Her mother ...