Dead Guilty by Michelle Davies (DC Maggie Neville)
English | 2019 | Mystery/Thriller | ePUB | 511 Kb
Dead Guilty : Has the killer in DC Maggie Neville’s cold case returned after a decade of silence?
Katy Pope was seventeen when she was brutally murdered on a family holiday in Majorca. Despite her mother’s high rank in the Met and the joint major investigation between the British and Spanish police, Katy’s killer was never caught.
Ten years later, Katy’s family return to the Spanish island to launch a fresh appeal for information, taking with them the now skeletal team of investigating Met detectives, and newly seconded Maggie as the family liaison officer.
But Maggie’s first international investigation quickly goes from being more than just a press conference when another British girl there on holiday goes missing, and Katy’s killer announces that it’s time for an encore .
The bedroom door swung open and Patricia entered carrying two folded beach towels. He winced as his wife threw them down on the bed with the rest of her stuff. For someone who had spent her entire professional life being orderly and demanding the highest of standards from those she managed, she had all too willingly embraced chaos in retirement. It drove him mad.
‘Why haven’t you got the suitcases out of the loft yet?’ Patricia queried. ‘I asked you ages ago.’
Impatience nipped at her words, making them sound brittle and unfriendly. Philip mentally counted to ten as his counsellor had taught him, and his irritation at being nagged had ebbed by the time he reached the end. It’s the stress of the occasion making her like this, he told himself. Don’t rise to it.
‘I’ll get them now,’ he said. ‘I was sorting my clothes out.’
Patricia eyed the neat stack on his pillow.
‘Is that all you’re taking?’
‘What else do I need?’
‘You don’t want to be photographed wearing the same thing every day.’
‘I don’t want to be photographed at all, I told you.’
‘Oh please, don’t start that again,’ said Patricia, sweeping across the bedroom to her glass-topped dressing table and picking through the bottles of scents and creams lining the top. Philip resumed his counting as she lobbed her selection onto the bed.
‘You know how important it is that we make ourselves as accessible as possible to the media throughout the holiday.’
“‘I thought this wasn’t a holiday,’ said Philip. ‘What was it you said? “A holiday implies relaxation and fun and time to gather one’s thoughts away from the demands of daily life. This trip will provide none of those things.”’ He quoted her primly, like the art curator he had once been.”