The Upper Hand by A L Fraine (A DC O’Connell Crime Thriller Book 1)
English | 2019 | Mystery/Thriller | ePUB | 244 Kb
The Upper Hand : When a local businessman is brutally murdered in the English countryside, apparently sacrificed, DC Kate O’Connell must unravel the web of lies surrounding his death, before more people are killed.
It’s Kate’s first day on the Surrey Murder Team, a specialised group of detectives working on homicide cases in the affluent Home Counties, just outside London.
Partnered with DC Nathan Halliwell, the pair investigate the death of a local man whose killing has all the hallmarks of an occult sacrifice.
Horrified by the disturbing killing, Kate dives into the case, keen to prove herself to her superiors by breaking through the lies that surround the victim’s life before the killer strikes again.
But the ritualistic nature of the crime dredges up disturbing memories of a past tragedy.
While wrestling with the demons of her past, Kate learns that her partner has a few skeletons in his own closet that threaten to taint the investigation or ruin her career.
Kate must break the silence surrounding the victim to get to the truth before it’s too late, and the death toll rises.
“Had he been a bully? He wasn’t sure about that. That sounded like a fairly serious word for his actions back then. Actions he wasn’t too proud of.
Mark put his hand on his leg and forced it to stop bouncing as he glanced back up the road.
The man should have appeared by now. Where was he?
As the seconds passed, doubt began to gnaw at the back of his mind. Maybe he’d been an idiot. Maybe the man hadn’t been following him.
As the seconds turned into minutes, Mark’s need to know where the man was, only deepened. After a few more moments, he stood up and walked back the way he’d come, towards the previous road to have a look. As he approached the corner, he turned in a full circle, checking all around him, but Mark couldn’t see the man anywhere.
Taking a deep breath, he stoked his remaining courage as he approached that last corner and looked down the road where he’d last seen the man. But he wasn’t there.
The street was empty. No people, no moving cars, nothing.
But then, maybe not. Maybe he’d disappeared into one of these houses.
Taking a step back, Mark shrugged. Strange, but not inexplicable, he thought. “