An investigative journalist is in the middle of a publicity tour for his new book when a voice from the past phones him. Someone is killing happily married couples, looking for the right combination of age and attitude, the right sort of family ties. That someone might be the journalist’s brother.
An investigative journalist is in the middle of a publicity tour for his new book when a voice from the past phones him. Someone is killing happily married couples, looking for the right combination of age and attitude, the right sort of family ties. That someone might be the journalist’s brother.
for Maro and Caro, David and Jen — more red! more red!
Need I say that Jenny helped as always? Tam and Matt were on my side too. This is also the place for me to thank Petra Brandt for pediatric advice, Ned Porter for insight into police matters, and Brenda Neave for details of airport security.
When the phone rang just after midnight he was sure it must be Gail. He threw a handful of cold water in his mouth to clear it of toothpaste and unhooked the receiver from the hotel bathroom wall. “Hi,” he said, and then “Hello?”
He’d already heard a newsreader’s voice. “Police have confirmed they believe there is a link between the murder of a Sussex couple,” she said, and more that he covered up by repeating his hello. He was beginning to think he had a crossed line when he heard the close hollow sound of a face pressed against a receiver. Then the presence went away, and the broadcast voice came forward, reading another story. “This is Geoff Davenport,” said Geoff, wanting to get to the end of rather too long a day. “If I’m who you’re after…”
