O’Malley’s Cottage …
“I don’t think my sister has told me
everything that’s been going on up there. I’m going to remain at the hospital.
Duncan’s coming back to O’Malley’s Cottage for the night, what’s left of it. He
can bring Emma over later in the day. I wasn’t really taking in everything
Constable Richards was telling me on the phone. I want to know every little
detail about what was going on at O’Malley’s Cottage that resulted in my sister
being in intensive care.”
The Weatherman …
There are two worlds in the world of
policing. The world of everyday life. It’s like an old carpet spread out across
the city. Some areas remain thick and rich and colourful. Other areas are worn
and threadbare, just like the people living there. But underneath is another
world altogether, of despicable human beings, of misery and untold acts of
savagery and cruelty. It is where you will find Dante’s Inferno. Behind the
sweet-smelling hydrangeas, Satan had been sadistically busy.
Sunrise …
And yet there it was, a rope thicker than
the average man’s thumb tied off around the base of a nearby tree, the
remainder coiled neatly beside it. At the other end was a single metal pulley.
Running through the pulley wheel and back down to the base of the tree, where
it had been secured was another similar rope. Dangling at the other end of it
like a stationary bungee jumper, the body of a man.
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1 comment:
Thank you for sharing these powerful extracts.
By the way, are hydrangeas where you live scented? Mine are not.
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