Dead Pretty: The 5th DS McAvoy Novel (DS Aector McAvoy) - Plot & Excerpts
Pharaoh didn’t sleep much last night. Got a couple of hours of absolute blackness before waking in a tangle of twisted sheets and sprawled-out children. It took her a few moments to realise which bedroom she was in. The middle two children had pushed their beds together and made a nest of eiderdowns and pillows. They’d told her they’d made her a soft cocoon where she could do something about the bags under her eyes. She’d hugged them both and taken up the offer. Hadn’t even felt them climbing in beside her when they tiptoed up the stairs. When she woke, her mouth had tasted of wine and garlic, cigarettes and lip-gloss. The room was spinning from the drink and her tiredness. She could have just slumped back on the pillows. Could have fought her way back to sleep. But she chose to check her messages. Chose to read what McAvoy had sent her. Chose to let him enter her thoughts. Pharaoh knows that she’s doing something silly. Here, now, pushing her sports car too fast through the fog on the grey road that winds through green and yellow fields towards the coast.
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