Darkness on the Fens by Joy Ellis (DI Nikki Galena, #10)
English | 2019 | Mystery/Thriller | ePUB |434 Kb
Darkness on the Fens : A SERIAL KILLER ON A POISONOUS MISSION PUSHES NIKKI AND HER TEAM TO BREAKING POINT
Revellers are flocking into Greenborough for the yearly Dark Greenborough Festival, a three-day event celebrating local folklore, superstition and the darker side of life.
What the public doesn’t know is that there has been a warning sent to the police, saying that Greenborough will be a very dangerous place this year. The anonymous letter ends with the Latin phrase, Mors certa, hora incerta: Death is certain, the hour uncertain.
DI Nikki Galena and her team soon discover this is no hoax, as people start dying from what appears to be alcoholic poisoning. Things rapidly escalate, and as the deaths get more horrific, Nikki realises they have a serial killer in their midst.
“‘Good evening down the Hanged Man, was it?’ The man laughed. ‘You better pace yourself, mate, or you’ll never make it through the festival!’
Jim leaned heavily on this stranger. The guy clearly knew him well, but Jim had no idea who he was.
They stopped outside a small terraced house in a narrow lane at the back of the football stadium. Did he live here? He supposed that he must, because the man had propped him up against a gatepost and was going through his pockets, looking for a key.
Then he was opening the door, but Jim was struggling to keep him in focus. His vision was blurry and darkness threatened to encroach.
‘I hate to leave you like this, but my Barb’ll kill me if I’m late home again. Will you be alright, Jim?’
He tried to smile and said he would be fine, he just needed to lie down.
His Good Samaritan propelled him into the lounge and sat him on the sofa. ‘Get some sleep and I’ll see you over the weekend.’
Then he was alone, in a room that was spinning faster and faster. With a groan, Jim sank down, closed his eyes and passed out.
* * *
Although it was many years since his days as a special operative soldier, Joseph Easter was still a light sleeper. At around four in the morning he woke to hear someone softly sobbing.
‘Nikki?’ he asked.
Nikki Galena turned her face to his. ‘It would have been Hannah’s twenty-second birthday today.’
‘Oh, my darling, I’m so sorry.’ There was nothing he could do but hold her tightly.
Nikki’s only child had died tragically as a teenager and she always carried the heartbreak with her.”