This week we are posting the first chapter of The Last Life, the second book in my mystery thriller trilogy. This trilogy might be the sum total of my own contribution to the writing world, (although I am hoping not!) and I am somewhat proud of my achievement.
Detective Inspector David Snow looked down at the unconscious woman on the hospital bed in front of him, remembering the state of her when she had arrived, a few hours ago. They had done a good job of cleaning her up. She lay still, like a religious statue in a church, her pale skin the colour of finest marble. The gentle rise and fall of her breasts the only indication life still clung to her body.
So different to the wrinkled, dirt-ingrained body he had looked at earlier, of an old tramp found dead in the hospital car park, bundled…
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