This was a delightful piece of fluff for gloomy winter days. Kate has been given an inheritance from her grandmother. She chooses to temporarily leave London, her job, and unhappy love life for the country. She purchases Little Cottage with the intention of flipping it while she sorts out her ...
Chattie Cornfeld was murdered while jogging in the park. She ran her own small marketing company and lived comfortably, perhaps too comfortably for her income. At first it looked as though she was the latest victim of the "Park Killer," but it doesn't take Slider and Atherton long to establish th...
This is a re-read. I first read it sometime in the 90's and remember liking it very well. Originally published in 1992, this was the second in the Bill Slider series, preceded by Orchestrated Deathand followed by 1995's Death to Go (AKA Necrochip).In this book Slider is struggling personally wi...
1772 - George III; the American War of IndependenceEngland is peaceful under George III, and Morland Place flourishes under the careful tending of Jemima and her loyal husband Allen. Their seven children often bring them heartache, but they are sustained by their love for each other and their abs...
1795 - NapoleonThe shadow of Napoleon is falling across Europe, and a restlessness seems to be changing mores and loosening society's restraints. At Morland Place James's marriage to Mary Ann is falling apart; Lucy's to Chetwyn is in the balance as she embarks on a blatant affair with a sea offic...
Further fueling her growing international reputation as one of the most talented of the new generation of crime writers, Cynthia Harrod-Eagles offers a Bill Slider mystery set in an exclusive West London neighborhood.When a body is discovered in a trench by the Old Rectory on Cyril Dacre's estate...
1807: the Napoleonic Wars continue and their violence reverberates in the lives of the Morland family. Lucy, trying to rebuild her life after the death of her lover, Captain Weston, is thrown into doubt and confusion by an unexpected proposal of marriage. At Morland Place, the hard-won happiness ...
In her most gripping mystery yet, Cynthia Harrod-Eagles returns readers to the streets of London and the ever-struggling Detective Inspector Bill Slider. When the body of Phoebe Agnew, radical left-wing journalist, champion of the underdog, and prominent critic of the police force, is discovered,...
When the naked body of violinist Anne-Marie Austen is found, Detective Inspector Bill Slider has depressingly few clues to her murder. Struggling with a complex case, Slider also faces turmoil at home when he must choose between his wife and an exciting new love. A rich and powerful debut.
1803: Napoleon is poised to invade England, with only Nelson's weather-beaten ships in his way, but the French fleet are not the only threat to the fortunes of the Morland family.In the North of England, Mary Ann's relationship with the missionary, Father Rathbone, introduces her to the stark rea...
‘Oh, don’t say that. I’ve had such a strange dream, and unfortunately you weren’t in it.’ She stepped back to allow him in, and he walked as so often before into her living-room, where the fire had been kindled long enough to have reached a cheerful red glow. The curtains were drawn and there was...
Detective Sergeant Hollis held his car door open for him. ‘You’re very kind,’ said Slider, climbing out. ‘I used to get hit if I wasn’t,’ Hollis said. He was a scanty-haired beanpole of a Mancunian with a laconical delivery. ‘Atherton not in yet?’ DS Atherton, Slider’s bagman, was due back from h...
‘Are you still there?’‘Apparently,’ Slider said gravely. ‘Was that all you rang to find out?’‘Don’t get snippy with me, my lad, or I shan’t tell you what just occurred to me.’‘Go on, then. I’ll buy it.’‘I have a strong feeling that the reason I thought I knew the name David Rogers was that he was...
He did not look at his watch, nor say, ‘I’m a busy man,’ as lesser men would. He stood quite still, an extra stillness in this unnaturally quiet room, as though like a black hole he drew all sound and movement into himself. Atherton could feel the astronomical mass of him and almost wanted to tak...
James came in from the yard. 'You look killingly fine today, Marmoset,' he said cheerfully. 'I like that bonnet – is it your new go-calling hat?’ She gave her husband a pitying shake of the head. 'Really, now, you must know better than that! Does one go calling at this time of the morning? And yo...
She had done hard years in the former SO5 Child Protection unit, pursuing a vicious child pornography ring, the sort of job that burns you out, and from which you have to go into convalescence. Hence she was now in charge of the missing persons section of the Homicide unit. Following the rule tha...
Vinyl is,’ Atherton said, arguing to be the one to go. ‘I’ve looked up the address, and it’s on the corner of Brook Green – the road, I mean.’ Brook Green was not only the name of an area and a green space but of the road which ran along the side of the green and debouched into Shepherd’s Bush Ro...
Atherton, tell us about Lam.’ ‘Michael Lam set off from the Hung Fat restaurant in his car at about eight o’clock on Wednesday evening for Heathrow. He checked in for his flight, which was to leave at eleven-thirty, and the ground stewardess concerned says that to judge by the seat allocation he ...
Instead, he decided to look in on his obbo team.At present on duty outside Carmichael’s flat were Hart and McLaren, and as Slider came along he was pleased to see that they blended in with the background nicely. He only knew them because he knew them. McLaren was leaning against the wall between ...
‘What I mean is, I haven’t made a habit of—’ He paused, and the words this sort of thing hovered unspoken. The trouble with the unspeakable, Slider thought, was that there were no words for it. ‘You’re a happily married man,’ Hart said helpfully, and Grisham looked rescued...
Drobcek opened the batting. ‘My client wishes to say that he was mistaken in his previous statement about taking soccer practice last Friday. His state of emotional turmoil and grief left him confused. I’m sure you will understand that.’ Slider understood, all right. ‘So where were you on Friday ...
‘You look really peaky.’ ‘Peaky!’ Oliver snorted. ‘That’s the sort of word only mothers can use with credibility.’ ‘I am a mother,’ Sybil pointed out. ‘You saw to that.’ ‘What I need,’ Jenna said, ‘is to get a new job.’ ‘Not until you’ve had a break. You’ve suffered a shock, and you need to get a...