Hillary didn’t question the new widow on the drive back, only asking her if she was warm enough, and then turning up the heater (with little hope of coaxing more heat out of the ancient car) when Valerie had said that she wasn’t. Back at Tangent Hall she could feel the ten...
She didn’t make a habit of reading other people’s mail, and when she did, she usually had a signed warrant enabling and entitling her to do so. To read a co-worker’s private correspondence was as far removed from that as it was possible to get. Nevertheless, Hillary was used to relying on her gut...
Now this was more like it. Houses, shops, streets, gardens. No barbed wire fences, cowshit or railway embankments here. Even now it made him break out in a cold sweat when he remembered being chased by that mad farmer and that crazy female cop. Detective Inspector Hillary ...
She was parked in a narrow side street at the back end of Bicester and, according to her notes, Marty and June Warrender had bought this place nearly two months ago. It was hard to see why. The street was lined on both sides with two-up, two-down Victorian terraced houses,...
She was a tall, stick-thin brunette, dressed in dark-brown slacks, and wore a T-shirt bearing the coffee shop’s logo. According to what little they knew of her, she’d never married, never run foul of the law, and was cohabitant with a man called Nathan Farrow, who worked in a car plant in Cowley....
His cheeks felt suddenly cold, but that was nothing compared to the clammy hand that was twisting around inside his stomach. Gavin, a 22-year-old recent graduate from the London School of Economics, twisted his square-faced visage into a spiteful grin. ‘Yeah, I thought tha...
She’d slept badly again, and once the sky began to get light just after 4.30, she’d left Steven sleeping in their narrow fold-out bed and had spent the next few hours going through Geoff Rhumer’s list. She paid special attention to those men he had highlighted as having worked in either MisPer or...
With the majority of its residents away at work, it had an eerily abandoned air, and could almost have been the setting for some post-apocalyptic film noir. But a fitful sun was trying to shine through the clouds, and innocuously cheerful birdsong filled the air. And when ...