When Rodney Hill, wrongly arrested for a series of murders, hangs himself, Jill Kennedy, the forensic psychologist whose profile led to Hill’s arrest, gives up her work with the police and moves to the peaceful village of Kelton Bridge to write self-help books, enjoy a quiet life with her cats an...
It had been easy enough to trace Anita’s ex-husband to the small local authority estate in Wigan. Some of the houses showed signs of neglect—rusting cars on the drives, gardens untouched for years, abandoned toys and overflowing wheelie bins forming an assault course—but the fou...
It was crowded for a Thursday evening, and noisy, so it was unlikely anyone would notice him. He bought himself a drink and sat on a stool at the end of the bar. There were two women at a table in the corner. At least, Jimmy believed they were women. Their hands were small...
She had a few words with him, and then went inside. Charlie was in the kitchen, finishing his breakfast. It looked to Jill as if he’d had a full English. She hadn’t been able to face a thing. ‘He’s given her some sedatives,’ he explained between mou...
It might have contained water, but Max doubted it. Her husband, Tony, was sitting reading a newspaper, but he happily put it aside and got to his feet as soon as they entered. Max suspected he would dine out for weeks on stories of how the police had come to him for help. What a character he was....
‘It seems as if Johnson might have met someone with a dog, guv,’ she said, waving a report in the air. ‘They’ve found white dog hairs on the victim’s trousers and, better still, a dark hair that might, just possibly, belong to our killer.’ These days, when disillusionment echoed around every corr...
It had been a long night, one that she’d spent sitting in the kitchen, drinking cups of tea, going back to bed, realizing the futility of that and returning to the kitchen and drinking yet more tea. On the one occasion she’d managed to drift off to sleep, she’d woken with ...
She wanted to get to her cottage, order a takeaway, put her feet up with the Racing Post and relax. Last night, she’d only dozed for a couple of hours on Max’s sofa. She was driving through Harrington when she saw the sign for the Blue Lodge Care Home. She drove past it, t...