Her wrist hurt abominably, but stubbornness and shame had prevented her from doing anything about it in terms of seeing a doctor or asking for help. Resentfully, she had done as the man had said, applying cold compresses, bandaging it to give support and, when the pain grew too much, managing to ...
There had been nothing new to report; tox results were expected later that day but, apart from the bullet hole in Duggan’s head and an inventory of the damage that could be attributed to tide and rock and hungry fish, Mac had learned little. Patrick Duggan was in generally good health. The smashe...
He had been flicking through the earlier journals he had noticed on Rupert’s shelf, looking for previous references to Kinnear. So far, he had found nothing and the journals did not appear to go back to the time of the robberies, but were obviously a habit Rupert had acquired only in the last ten...
‘Resource wise, not a lot. We can access computer equipment and there are about half a dozen people I figure might help out at short notice. But you say you don’t want anyone involved … Nathan, the two of us can only do so much.’ Nathan paced, his forehead deeply furrowed. ‘We have to assume that...
At first he had assumed that the machine code contained straightforward instructions for some new game-play the programmer had been creating. Every programmer has their own style; their own fingerprint as Richard Grey liked to call it and knowing who had written this particular piece of code, he ...
He lay still, listening to the receding sound of the engine as the car sped away and almost gave in to the impulse to just lie there, wherever there was, and go to sleep. His ribs were beyond painful. Every breath sent stabs of agony through his chest and his head felt like it was twice its prope...
‘I saw the police cars,’ she said. ‘I knew you’d come. ‘It’s Mrs Freer, isn’t it?’ Mac nodded. ‘Come inside.’ She led him not through to the kitchen this time, but into a small side room. ‘Sit down,’ she said, pointing to a comfortable armchair set on one side of the fireplace. Mac sat, Rina took...
Susan had told them it had once been part of a coach house. The building, here in Somerton, was of more golden tone than the one a few miles away in Matthews’ village of Walton, and Alec decided he preferred it. ‘If we bought a house down here,’ he told Naomi, ‘I’d want it to be of this stuff rat...
Welcome home sex was always good, she thought, it left her feeling content and sleepy and reminded her of just how much she was missing when she left him behind. Bob Taylor was a good man. A loving, funny, talented man and Annie was always troubled by the thought that he deserved more. The truth ...
Elizabeth had not waited to be told to go; she had packed what she could and told Sally that she would replace Abigail, her lady’s maid, for the journey. The girl had stared at her in horror and then murmured something that Elizabeth took to be agreement. In truth, that morning, Elizabeth had giv...
She had watched them all set off into what had turned out to be a clear afternoon, bright and breezy and cold, but blessed with that clarity of winter light that Rina had come to love and which seemed particular to this part of the south coast. Fitch was driving into Dorchester, and Joy and Tim p...