Di Geraldine Steele has recently moved to a new job with the Met Police in North London, which seems a world away from her previous career in Kent. She and her female DS, Sam Haley, start work on looking into the murder of a local businessman, but something doesn’t add up and soon there is a furt...
In London the roads could be unexpectedly congested at any time, but this Saturday morning her journey was relatively fast. Her easy drive didn’t improve her mood. The senior crime command centre was already humming with quiet activity. After checking her emails, she made her way along the corrid...
As she sped along the motorway she glanced in the mirror and caught herself frowning, but she was too preoccupied to care about her worry lines. She couldn't shake off the niggling conviction that she'd seen something significant, if only she could remember what it was. At the station she went st...
On her way to the adoption agency on Thursday she had nipped into Boots and hovered around the make-up counter, looking at different coloured eye shadows. She had tried a silvery blue powder on the inside of her wrist, resisted the temptation to buy a scarlet lipstick, settling instead for her us...
On the way, Adam told Geraldine what he knew about the estate. All sorts of criminal activities were rumoured to take place there, mainly involving hard drugs and gang warfare. The two problems were closely interrelated. Although the police had been summoned on more than one occasion to investiga...
This time he had no hesitation in setting off to make an arrest, armed with the knowledge that Dana had seen Frank outside the jewellers’ shop on the night Tim had been killed. Only as he drove to the suspect’s house did he begin to wonder how reliable a witness Dana was. Putting such reservation...
Donna hadn’t lasted long. It was a pity he had brought her home before getting rid of Jessica but he couldn’t always control his guests’ visits as he would have liked. He hadn’t been looking for anyone when he had happened to pass Donna on the street, stumbling around in a drunken haze, and it ha...
He even remembered they were meeting friends for a drink that evening. But when his work phone rang soon after he reached the house, he answered without hesitation. He would never have admitted as much to Bev, but he was eager to get back to the station and find out how things were going. Checkin...
Police!’ Debbie shrieked at her phone. She gabbled her address at the top of her voice. ‘No, 16A,’ she repeated as loudly as she could, as though someone on the line hadn’t heard the number. She hoped the intruder wouldn’t realise she was shouting into a dead phone. ‘You’ve got a patrol car round...