Death on the Beach by Anna Johannsen (An Island Mystery Book 2)
English | 2020 | Mystery & Thriller | ePUB | 2.9 MB
Anna Johannsen has lived in Northern Friesland since her childhood. She loves the landscape and the people of the region and is especially fond of the North Frisian islands that provide the setting for her Island Mystery novels starring DI Lena Lorenzen.
A teenage girl is missing. Why don’t her parents care?
A fourteen-year-old girl disappears on the small island of Föhr, and Detective Lena Lorenzen is called in to investigate. When the girl’s bloodied body is found on the beach with vicious wounds to the wrist, Lena immediately suspects that what’s been made to look like suicide was in fact a brutal and calculated murder.
But the local residents—even the girl’s own parents—won’t cooperate with her investigation. The devoutly religious islanders are clearly hiding something. But what ungodly secret could possibly lead to the murder of an innocent teenage girl?
Soon Lena realises that the isolated island holds darker secrets than she ever could have feared. In her toughest investigation yet, she must confront her own past if she is to catch the killer—before they strike again.
Lena Lorenzen stood alone at the railing, braving the September gusts. The ferry was minutes away from the dock in Wittdün. After a tiring few days at the Schleswig-Holstein CID in Kiel, she had clocked off late in the afternoon and only just made it in time to catch the boat to Amrum. She now had six whole days to spend with Erck. Sleeping, going for walks, cooking and – as he had hinted over the phone – talking.
Over the last eight weeks they had rekindled their relationship – though Lena inwardly avoided that word since she felt it didn’t adequately describe the current situation. After fourteen years away from the island, she had been assigned a case on Amrum at the beginning of summer and had crossed paths with Erck on the very first day. During the days that followed, something had happened that she had thought impossible: after fourteen years of absence, it seemed she had fallen in love with him again. Or had he always been there, in the distant background? Over the last couple of months, she had enjoyed leaving her work behind in Kiel and immersing herself once more in this different but deeply familiar world. A few weeks ago, Erck had surprised her by whisking her away to the lighthouse for an evening of champagne and romance. Lena grinned. She wouldn’t forget that night in a hurry. But she also knew that, at some point, the question of the future would rear its head. The ferry slowed and Lena breathed in deeply, savouring the salty North Sea air, before sighing and heading back to her VW Passat.
A short while later, she was steering her car through Wittdün. The wind had dropped and the temperature was around twenty degrees – remarkably mild for the beginning of September. As the last of the houses disappeared behind her, the red-and-white lighthouse came into view on the horizon. In the light of the setting sun, the landscape spread out before her looked like something from a picture book.
She drove slowly through Nebel, the village in the middle of the island. Many of the old Frisian houses with their steep gables had been built in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries by sea captains returning home, and today they lent the village its picturesque charm. Before long she arrived in Norddorf, where Erck lived in an old house that he’d renovated himself. After Wittdün, Norddorf was the main centre for tourists on the island, with hotels, holiday apartments, restaurants and cafés.
Lena pulled up in front of the house and got out of her car. The ground floor was brightly lit and the faint sound of soul music reached her through the open window as she threw her duffel bag over her shoulder and walked up to the front door. Erck had offered her a key weeks ago, but she had turned it down, pointing out that the door was never locked anyway. From the corridor, she caught the aroma of cooked fish. She put down her bag and opened the kitchen door. Erck was standing in front of the hob, wearing a checked apron and stirring something in a small saucepan.
She wrapped her arms around him, pressing her face into his back. ‘Why do you always go to so much trouble?’ she asked, laughing. ‘We could have gone out for dinner.’