By Susan Hill
Susan Hill- the guy Booker Prize nominee and winner of the Whitbread, Somerset Maugham, and John Llewellyn Rhys awards- returns with a gripping secret "eagerly awaited via all aficionados" (P.D. James).
A quite disagreeable homicide, that of a really previous girl in a housing undertaking, rocks the city of Lafferton. The assassin has left a particular "sign" at the physique and on the scene of crime. a number of weeks later, an identical homicide happens, and a month or so later, so does another.
Initial investigations notice that the mysterious "sign" left at the physique used to be the calling card of a suspect who was once charged with a number of murders within the northwest of the rustic, attempted yet acquitted at the grounds of inadequate proof. All symptoms recommend that this individual has easily vanished. Or is he correct lower than their noses? Simon Serrailler is obliged to make delve deeper and scratch out solutions, during this addictive secret of surpassing darkness via the bestselling Susan Hill.
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He paused for a moment at the sight of Veronica, unsure how to go on. He inclined his head politely. " He turned to Newbury. " Newbury smiled. " They moved to one side. "My dear fellow, do you think it's a good idea to bring a lady to a scene such as this? " Newbury chuckled. " He smiled. " Charles shook his head, as if dismayed at what the modern world was coming to. " He sighed. " He led them on to where the body was laying, sprawled out on the cobbles like a broken doll, its neck contorted into an awkward posture, the face a picture of anguish and pain.
With this she let out a wracking sob, bringing her gloved hand up to her face to stifle her tears. " Newbury sat back in his chair, looking thoughtful. "I'm sure we'll find a suitable explanation, Miss Coulthard, if we apply ourselves. " He looked up at the sound of the kettle whistling in the other room, and caught sight of Veronica, listening to their conversation from the doorway. He nodded approvingly and then returned his attention to the crying woman before him. "There have been terrible things happening in our neighbourhood, sir, terrible things indeed.
Any questions pertaining to the company can be directed at me. " Newbury glanced at Veronica, a sardonic expression on his face, and then turned his attention to Inspector Foulkes. " "Not initially, sir. He has ceded responsibility for the case to me for the time being. He's still caught up in this damnable Whitechapel situation. " "Indeed. " He glanced back at Stokes, who was attempting to clean the dirt from his shoes by rubbing them on the grass. " The other man didn't look up from his ministrations.
A Question of Identity. (Simon Serrailler, Book 7) by Susan Hill