For fans of thrillers
I ran to get help. But her body disappeared. Will anyone believe me?
Megan is unpacking in the spare room of her sister’s house when she hears the scream.
Racing to the nearby woods, she is shocked to see a young woman’s unconscious body: her pink top bright against the earth, her long, dark hair wet from a nearby stream. But when desperate Megan returns with the police, all they find is empty woodland.
She’s been through so much, her sister whispers, welcoming her home with a kind smile. You can’t blame her for seeing things.
But Megan knows what she saw – and her past shouldn’t come into it. Was the young woman dead, or dying? How can a body just disappear?
Megan left home for a good reason. Now, confronting the past could be the only way to find the truth.But what if Megan is in danger, too? And what price will she have to pay, to find the girl from the woods?
An absolutely gripping mystery thriller that will make you question who to trust and have you racing through the pages. Perfect for fans of Mark Edwards, Claire Douglas and T. M. Logan.
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SUNDAY
‘Heat rises’, that’s what people say. It’s one of those certainties in life; like Popes being Catholic, bears doing their business in woods, and middle-aged men suddenly deciding they like salmon-coloured shirts. Megan Lexington’s current bedroom was the attic – and she had never been more aware of rising heat. The temperature was somewhere between sauna and centre of a microwaved apple pie. The skylight was open, not that there was any breeze to be, well, breezy. She sat on the edge of the bed, which was too soft, and plumped up a pillow, that was too hard. The bed was directly under the skylight, blocked against the wall by an impossibly large chaise longue. A piece of furniture that answered the age-old question, ‘What do you call a rubbish sofa?’ It had been a long few days, though beggars couldn’t be choosers. Well, they could, but they’d only be showing a fundamental misunderstanding of what it was to be a beggar. And Megan had come here begging. Her suitcase was on the carpeted floor, unzipped yet unpacked. She knew she would be living out of it for the fore‐seeable future. That’s how she was on holiday: no point in unfurling clothes into drawers and wardrobes, only to fold them back into a case a week or so later. This was worse than a holiday. Not permanent and yet not exactly temporary.
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About the Author:
Kerry Wilkinson is from the English county of Somerset but has spent far too long living in the north. It’s there that he’s picked up possibly made-up regional words like ‘barm’ and ‘ginnel’. He pretends to know what they mean.
He’s also been busy since turning thirty: his Jessica Daniel crime series has sold more than a million copies in the UK; he has written a fantasy-adventure trilogy for young adults; a second crime series featuring private investigator Andrew Hunter and the standalone thriller, Down Among The Dead Men.
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He’s also been busy since turning thirty: his Jessica Daniel crime series has sold more than a million copies in the UK; he has written a fantasy-adventure trilogy for young adults; a second crime series featuring private investigator Andrew Hunter and the standalone thriller, Down Among The Dead Men.
https://kerrywilkinson.com/
https://www.facebook.com/
https://twitter.com/kerrywk
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I love stories about missing bodies, this sounds intriguing!
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