The Dying Light by Joy Ellis (Matt Ballard #3)
English | 2020 | Mystery/Thriller| ePUB | 3.0 Mb
WHISPER FEN HOLDS DARK SECRETS
As the mists roll over the fens and enigmatic lights twinkle in the distance, only the locals know their way along the hidden paths through the mysterious watery terrain of one of England’s most beautiful and sometimes dangerous places.
Detective Matt Ballard may have retired but there’s still plenty going on the fens to keep him busy.
Someone trashes an old lady’s garden and daubs her isolated cottage with hateful graffiti. Emilia Swain seems to be totally harmless, so why is she being targeted?
Matt’s best friend Will and his wife Kate moved to Holland House to put their past behind them. But Kate’s mental state is deteriorating and she’s obsessed with the tragic history of the house and an old doll she finds in the garden.
And why is Kate suddenly friends with a loner who haunts the fens?
Has the dreadful past come back to haunt the present owners?
Former detectives Matt and Liz want to help their friends and neighbours. But how can you help people who don’t want to be helped?
Matt had barely got his front door key in the lock when Will Stonebridge’s car drew up behind theirs. One look at his face told Matt that his friend was far from okay. His smile seemed forced, and his eyes definitely weren’t smiling.
‘Come on in, I’ll get the kettle on.’ Liz hurried off in the direction of the kitchen, while Matt ushered Will into the lounge.
‘We’ll wait for Liz and the coffee. You look like you need to offload a bit, Will.’ Matt smiled somewhat anxiously at his old friend. ‘You’ve got that look we used to have when a crappy case got really exasperating.’
Will gave a humourless laugh. ‘I recall the feeling well. Life is a bit like that right now, but the thing is, I’m not sure if it’s me and I’m reading too much into things, or whether I have every right to be bothered.’
‘Well, we were coppers for a long while, and we do tend to see the negative side of things. And you were one of the most intuitive detectives I ever worked with, so if there is a rat, you will definitely have smelt it.’
‘A while ago I would have agreed with you, but since I had to give up the job and we moved here, I just don’t feel like that man any more.’
‘Why don’t you talk to Liz, Will? After all, she went through exactly the same thing. She too was retired out of the job she loved. She might be able to help, and if nothing else, she’s a damned good listener.’
‘Oh, I’m not going to lay all this on her, she’s got her health problems to contend with. And the two of you are happier than I’ve ever known you to be. Take no notice, I’m probably just feeling sorry for myself. Anyhow, it’s got nothing to do with what I want to talk to you about.’ Will lowered his voice. ‘I’m starting to realise that I don’t think I ever came to terms with how ill Kate became after losing the baby, and the effect it still has on her. She’s so vulnerable, Matt! And so mercurial — she changes in the blink of an eye.’
Matt nodded. That couldn’t be easy to cope with. He was about to respond when Liz arrived carrying a tray of coffee and chocolate biscuits.
‘I thought this sounded serious enough to hit the Hobnobs.’ She placed the tray on the coffee table and flopped into a chair.
Will chuckled. For a fleeting moment Matt caught a glimpse of the old Will.
Matt handed his friend a steaming mug. ‘Okay, Will. What’s bugging you?’
Deliberately, Will set the mug down on the coffee table. ‘Actually, I want to hire your professional services.’