Jase checked behind her ears and under her fingernails, treating her like a scrubby schoolboy. Fred had come by to give the marshal a shave and trim before church, so she knew Jase's actions were partly for show. "I am sure Master Landers is well scrubbed, sir," Fred said....
The hair escaping from her baker’s-boy hat was the same shade as Kimberly’s, but beyond that he could see no resemblance. Anita’s appearance was one of deliberate chaos: over-accessorized and curly-permed, primary school teacher with a twist of Marc Bolan. She looked neith...
It was in a recess which once housed one of IT’s hub cabinets, a fridge-freezer-sized unit full of cables and flashing lights. The gap alongside it had been too big to leave empty but too small to be considered useful; the desk that had been slotted in there was due for disposal, but both the vie...
Goodhew thought as he swam, but it was not focused thinking. Disconnected thoughts followed their own drifting course around his consciousness. The woods, the lake, the rape-seed. What was the motive? The case had changed gea...
Alone in the hotel room, I hadn’t been bothered by nightmares. Knowing my kids were with me, I relived the night of the attack over and over in my dreams. It was as if I was part of a video game—a level to conquer. I had to be lucky every time, the player only had to be lucky once. Wa...
She ran, clattering along the pavement as fast as her spiked heels could carry her. Everyone thought she was tough but her brittle coat of bravado had just chipped and shattered.Yes, she’d played the scene out pretty much as she planned, but Bryn wasn’t the pushover she’d expected him to be. Inst...
It bears marked similarities to another case, the 1919 murder of Mrs Ridgley, a shopkeeper from Hitchin. Although no conviction was made in either case the crimes were not connected. In the 1920s King Street was narrow and busy. No. 70 was a general store selling a variety of items including toba...