Bitter Legacy

Bitter Legacy

by Dal Maclean


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Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781935560425
Publisher: Blind Eye Books
Publication date: 10/02/2016
Pages: 350
Sales rank: 930,658
Product dimensions: 5.90(w) x 8.90(h) x 1.00(d)

About the Author

Dal Maclean comes from the North of Scotland and has a background in journalism, and a passion for history. She’s lived in Asia and worked all over the world, but the UK, and currently the Scottish countryside, is home. She dislikes the TragicGay trope but also believes characters should have to work for a happy ending. She has a fatal weakness for Agatha Christie.

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James parked his car behind an open-doored ambulance and looked around narrowly as he stepped out into the damp, London night air.

The quiet, innocuous and very expensive cul-de-sac sat tucked away behind the flashy roar of Brompton Road: on one side, an elegantly-painted, Georgian mews terrace, on the other a red brick monstrosity of doubtful lineage. Right now though, two blue-flashing patrol cars disfigured the subdued wealth of the street. Garish yellow crime-scene tape cordoned-off a large area of the pavement in front of a shiny, black front door.

All very vulgar.

James paced to the boot of his Honda and dug into the plastic box of equipment there, full of tools, polythene bags, and a white forensic containment suit, which he immediately shouldered into. The final touch was a pair of garishly purple, latex surgical gloves. He pulled up the suit hood carefully to cover his thick, light hair.

The uniformed PC standing in front of the house was unfamiliar, so James flashed his badge before ducking under the tape across the door, onto the single front step.

A woman was lying face down in the hall, very near the door. Silky, dark, shoulder-length hair obscured most of her face, sticking to the large pool of coagulated scarlet beneath her upper body. Her tight skirt was ruched up to the top of her thighs, but from where James was standing, her black tights didn’t appear to have been interfered with.

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