By Lynda La Plante
Within the footsteps of Jane Tennison, immortalized through Helen Mirren in top Suspect, comes Anna Travis, a rookie woman detective approximately to embark on her first homicide case. The murders could not be extra ugly. the strategy of killing is similar, the backgrounds of the women very related -- all are prostitutes. because the ebook opens, a 7th physique is located, related modus operandi however the sufferer this time is a candy younger scholar. Anna stumbles on an important piece of data that hyperlinks one guy to the killings, a widely known, much-loved actor. His protestation of innocence is convincing, and Anna will be succumbing to his flattering consciousness. What if he's arrested, the media erupts, and he's the incorrect guy?
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Queen’s Park was a good distance from Clapham Common. The police station local to the murder site would automatically be setting up their own incident room. Anna had never been to the Queen’s Park station, so she had no idea where she was going when she followed Mike Lewis up one flight of stairs towards the incident room. The station itself was old and rundown; the walls of the stone corridors were painted in lavatorial green, as were the stone stairwells. The second floor had worn lino on the floors and paint peeling from the ceiling and walls.
Jean did so carefully, as if dealing with a half-wit: ‘The Department of Public Affairs will liaise with the D-SIO and the SIO and will provide press statements and organize briefings. It’s all political now. Drives me nuts. ’ Jean looked smug as she resumed typing on her computer. Anna walked out of the room. There wasn’t a soul in the corridor or on the stairs; in fact, it seemed almost ominously quiet as Anna made her way to the briefing room on the lower floor. Since this was the headquarters of the day-to-day operations of the station, on a typical morning phones could be expected to be ringing constantly, with the sound of voices wafting up the stone steps to the next level.
Anna and Langton walked across the car park to the hospital. He knew exactly where he was going and walked fast, pushing doors vigorously without looking behind him, expecting her to make it through after him. Finally, they reached the mortuary, where Langton pointed to a door marked ‘Ladies’. ‘Gown up in there and then come straight through,’ he said. Anna tied a mask around her head, slipped her feet into overshoes and then tied the green ribbons of her protective gown. She entered the morgue, shivering.
Above Suspicion (Anna Travis Mysteries) by Lynda La Plante