Out of Human Sight: A Historical Mystery

Bill O'Jack's, Saddleworth, 1832.

She bent over it. Him. Bent over him; her grandfather's body, his nose and brow beaten into his face, a soft, bloodied mess. She stepped back; saw her grandfather's shirt ripped open at the collarbone. She thought of the bright blood in the eggs she had cracked against the side of a bowl that morning and how she needed yeast. And teeth, teeth caught in the soup like tiny nuggets of stale bread. A faint whistle came from his mouth, the red stickiness bubbling...