Blood Evidence by Rhiannon D’Averc (Serial Investigations Book 2)
English | 2019 | Mystery/Thriller | ePUB | 258 Kb
Blood Evidence : A missing person’s case…
… A murder investigation?
Private detectives Ram and Will got their name in the news by catching a high-profile serial killer, and now they’re getting more clients. When they’re hired to find a missing person, all they’re worried about is having to spend a night away from home. They go to check his last known sighting in Kent, staying in a quaint country inn.
Little do they expect that Serial Investigations London are about to get thrust into a new murder investigation – one that happens right under their noses.
A confession seems to solve the case, but is it genuine? With suspicions running high, the duo still have to find time to sniff out the whereabouts of their client – and avoid getting arrested themselves.
With Ram hitting the bottle harder than ever and Will fighting to stay in control, they might be about to lose more than just the case.
“I crept around getting dressed in yesterday’s clothes, thinking he might be in the bathroom and I could still make an escape. But when I snuck out into the living room, there he was – standing in the open-plan kitchen with a spatula and an apron.
There are circumstances when that get-up could potentially invoke excitement, but this is not one of them.
“Do you want jam?” he asks now, cheerily. “I’ve got strawberry and cherry. Or there’s always maple syrup. I’ve got lemon juice and sugar if you want them the classic way.”
I shudder. The thought of eating something that sweet with the way that my stomach feels this morning is almost unbearable.
“Plain is fine,” I say. “Have you got any coffee?”
At least if I’m going to be forced to sit through this, I’m going to take the one thing my brain actually needs.
“Of course,” he chirrups, practically springing across to a machine nestled on the other end of the counter. “What do you prefer? I’ve got decaf, espresso, cappuccino, macchiato, mocha, hot chocolate -”
“Cappuccino is fine,” I say, cutting him off before he has the chance to launch into song.”