The Woman on the Cliff by Janice Frost


The Woman on the Cliff

The Woman on the Cliff by Janice Frost
English | 2019 | Mystery/Thriller | ePUB | 367 Kb

The Woman on the Cliff : SHE WILL RISK HER LIFE TO FIND THE TRUTH
1988. The body of Moira Mackie, a St Andrews University student, is found on a clifftop path. Her ex-boyfriend is found days later, hanged in his uncle’s garage with a suicide note confessing that he killed her. The case is abruptly closed.
Thirty years later, Ros Maitland has seemingly moved on from the horrific murder of her housemate Moira. Then her daughter takes up a place at the same university, and old demons reawaken.
Was Moira murdered in a lover’s quarrel? Or was her death part of something far larger, uglier and more calculated?
WHAT REALLY HAPPENED THAT TERRIBLE NIGHT?
Policeman, Innes Nevin, investigated Moira’s death and has been haunted by it ever since. It was his first murder case, and he knew it had been closed too soon.
Innes and Ros must delve back into the painful past to finally bring the truth to light.
THEN COMES A BRUTAL TURN OF EVENTS. SOMEONE WANTS THEIR INVESTIGATION STOPPED AT ALL COSTS.
In an electrifying standoff, Ros must risk everything she cares about.
CAN SHE FIND THE TRUTH ABOUT THE DEATH AND ESCAPE WITH HER LIFE?

“It was worrying to hear the hint of pleasure in her tone, given what had happened only two weeks previously. Still, I reasoned, people need time to change.

“Let’s go inside first. Then I’ll explain,” the older man insisted. Still we made no move to let them in, so he brushed past his colleague and, with a sort of domino effect, somehow we all ended up in the sitting room.

“My name is DI John Menzies. This is PC Innes Nevin. I’m sorry, but I have some bad news about Moira Mackie.”

By then, it was obvious what he was going to say. Elspeth beat him to it. “Oh God. She’s dead, isn’t she?”

“I’m sorry, but yes.” Menzies suggested we all sit down. Elspeth and I sat together on the couch. My fingers gripped the patchwork crocheted blanket that Shona had thrown over it to hide the threadbare seat covers. The policemen looked blurry and I realised there were tears in my eyes. I glanced at Elspeth. She seemed calm enough, but she was never one for histrionics.

“I’m sorry,” Menzies said again, sounding sincere enough, though this was probably routine for him. I glanced at his companion, PC Nevin. His head was bowed and his hands were tucked under his armpits. He looked troubled. Perhaps this was his first experience of being a harbinger of death.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Yes. Her parents have been informed.”

“What happened?” Elspeth asked.

Now Menzies seemed ill at ease. Whatever happened to Moira, it must have been something very bad. He cleared his throat. “It’s looking like the poor wee lassie was murdered.”

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