Bird of Prey by DC Brockwell

Bird of Prey

Bird of Prey by DC Brockwell
English | 2020 | Mystery/Thriller | ePUB | 3.1 MB

D C Brockwell is an indie author with Bloodhound Books. His first crime novel will debut in July 2020

She’s looking for you…
Since committing her first murder a month ago, Cara Mooney craves the high it gave her and decides it’s time to kill again. Her victim Ryan has no idea he’s next.
Meanwhile, after being suspended from her job, DC Nasreen Maqsood returns to work and quickly suspects that DCS Adams might be a dirty cop. She vows to investigate but knows she must tread carefully. Then she’s handed the case of Ryan’s murder.
With the pressure mounting, Nasreen finds her hands full.
Soon it becomes apparent that Nasreen is looking for a sadistic predator, but little does she know just how determined this killer is…
Will Nasreen find the murderer before she strikes again, and can her career survive intact?

hat’ll be eight-fifty, mate,” the Turkish taxi driver said through the plastic safety glass.

Cara Mooney went to open her bag, put her hand inside and felt the plastic handle of her blade. It was calling her; it was nearly time. She was so excited, she could barely contain it. Feeling a hand on her wrist, she looked over at Ryan, her pickup for the night.

“Oh no you don’t.” Ryan pulled out a wad of notes rolled into a ball. “I’m getting this.” He unfurled a tenner and passed it through the glass. “Keep the change, mate.”

What a poser! she thought, closing her bag, before he saw what was inside. He was tall, about six-two, good looking – if you liked that kind of thing – with short dark hair, which accentuated his high cheekbones and prominent chin. Cara couldn’t wait to get him inside; she’d endured him all night, his initial pickup banter – which wanted to make her puke – and his clutching at her every five minutes. If he told her she was gorgeous once more, she thought she might actually vomit over him, and that would put an end to the night sharpish.

“Come on, let’s go inside so I can get you out of that,” he said, looking at her dress. He took her hand and pulled her out of the black cab. He said it loud enough for the taxi driver to hear, who gave her a little knowing smile as she stepped onto the pavement. “It’s not far; you don’t mind a bit of a walk in those heels, do you?”

“I don’t mind the exercise.” She held his hand and walked next to him past a row of terraced houses. “Do you live in one of these?” The air was biting her. Cara chose the red dress she was wearing for a reason: she looked hot in it, and it showed off maximum cleavage.

“Are you shivering?” Ryan placed an arm around her shoulder, like it would warm her up. “It’s one of these a bit further along; it’s not far now.”

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