The Descent by Matt Brolly (Detective Inspector Louise Blackwell #2)
English | 2020 | Mystery/Thriller| ePUB | 2.7 Mb
Matt Brolly is the Amazon number one bestselling author of the DCI Lambert crime novels, Dead Eyed, Dead Lucky, Dead Embers, and Dead Time as well as the acclaimed near future crime novel, Zero, and the US thriller, The Controller.
Were they pushed to the edge—or over it?
In the quiet coastal town of Weston-super-Mare, a body is discovered at the foot of a cliff just months after a near-identical tragedy—and Detective Inspector Louise Blackwell can’t believe it could be a coincidence.
Next to the body, she discovers a note that echoes one found beside the first: Death is not the end. Louise is certain that behind these desperate acts someone is pulling the strings, but how many more will plunge to their demise before she can find out who—and why?
Struggling to stay focused under the strain of her troubled brother’s disappearance with his young daughter, Louise hits a much-needed breakthrough when a third tragedy points to the involvement of a charismatic cult leader. The suspect is within her sights, but he knows she’s on to him…
Short on proof and with the body count rising, can Louise intercept his deadly mission—or has she taken on an unbeatable foe?
A hush grew over the group as Jay stood. Amy loved and hated these moments, as one by one the group explained their reasons for being there. It was painful hearing everyone’s stories but the tea made it easier. When it came to her turn, she told her story without embarrassment, grateful that Megan was sitting next to her.
‘Aiden was a beautiful baby. You know sometimes they’re ugly? That sounds horrible I know,’ said Amy, to a murmur of laughter from the group. ‘But it’s true. Some babies just aren’t very good-looking. They’re wrinkly and scrunched up as if they haven’t formed properly. But Aiden wasn’t like that. He was complete from that moment I first held him. He had a shock of red hair, this perfect little tuft. And when I held him, he looked straight at me and I could tell at that very second he knew who I was. I can’t really explain it, though I do have a better idea now thanks to Jay, but it was as if at that moment he could see me completely. Does that make sense?’
The group responded, positive and encouraging, and Amy felt Megan’s hand stretch towards her.
‘Well, that was what it felt like to me. He could see me completely and I welcomed that analysis. It bonded us in a way that could never be taken away. And although I knew he would never remember that moment, it would always be part of him and that gave me some comfort.
‘They took him later that day. That was part of the deal. I was too young. I had no money, no family, no home to offer him. They were a lovely couple and I don’t blame them for what happened. They couldn’t have children of their own and had so much love to offer. I didn’t tell them I’d called him Aiden and they didn’t ask.
‘Did I cry when they took him away? Of course I did. But I knew we had that connection. He’d seen me and I’d seen him. I was part of him now and no one would ever be able to take that away from me.’
Jay put his arm around her and she eased into him. He knew what was coming and she was grateful for the comfort. The first time she’d spoken in front of the group, he’d told her that she didn’t need to continue, but she’d battled through and would do the same now.
‘I never saw him again. I knew where he lived but it would have destroyed me to see him. And it wouldn’t have been fair on him or his new parents.’ Amy paused, her mouth dry. Taking a deep breath, she continued.
‘I only found out about it by chance. Can you believe that?’ she said, tears stinging her cold skin. ‘I read about it in The Mercury, in the memorial section. If I hadn’t decided to go to the library that day, I may never have found out. I may have thought he was still alive even now.’