“A heartbreaking elegy for the blank generation.”—Jake Arnott“A cracking mystery.”—GuardianPunk band Blood Truth had it all—critical acclaim, adoring fans, and a promising career. That is, until lead singer Vincent Smith disappeared, his girlfriend was found dead, and the band fell apart. Vincent...
Mathers had received everything now, even the DNA sample that had been picked up at the train station just before Sean had driven to Sheila’s. It was now at the lab, being analysed. Charlie Higgins had come back to him too. John Brendan Kenyon was not a name that showed up on the Police National ...
“What murder enquiry?” Parnell asked as Greenaway walked him to his car. “What you talking about? You must have run out of ideas, picking on me.” Scores of children playing amongst the debris at the end of the market day stopped their games and stared at the pair of them, round eyes in mucky face...
“I hate his fingers.” I tugged open the freezer door—iced up, as usual; who the fuck ever had time to defrost a freezer?—and when I managed to pull the box out, it too was encased in solid ice. I stabbed at it a few times with the bread knife—more because it felt goo...
