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Blurb:
Just when things couldn’t get much worse, they suddenly do. With DS Zander Ellery in jail, his partner DC Isabel York fights to clear his name. Not an easy task when she is suspended from duty and the evidence against him is compelling.
Finally, pieces begin to fall into place, but to catch the Prayer Slayer once and for all, both officers must walk down a dark path where their very souls are at risk of being taken.
extract:
“My office. Now.”
Isabel rolled her eyes but followed him.
DI Holmes shut the door. “I had a call from the fraud squad.”
Her stomach pitted. “Oh?” Her voice came out more like a whimper. She cleared her throat and tried again. “Oh?”
Her boss nodded. “I also got the CCTV footage from the bank. You, or someone claiming to be you, closed your bank account over a week ago.”
Shock rippled through her and she gripped the edge of the desk for support. “Can I see?”
DI Holmes turned the monitor around so she could see.
Isabel shook her head. “That’s not me. Why would I close the account and then try to use it?” She shoved her hand through her incredibly short hair, surprised when her hair just ended. She still wasn’t used to it, maybe she never would be.
“Think for a moment. Where were you last Wednesday?” He pulled across a sheet of paper. “And have a seat before you fall.”
She sank gratefully into the chair. Wednesday. “I accompanied Zander’s grandfather on the church seniors outing. I went as his carer. We spent the day in Kew Gardens. The coach left the church at ten and we got back around four. Pastor Jack was there. He took a register. Counted us all on and counted us all off. You can check if you want.”
He nodded. “I will.” He picked up the phone and dialled. “Hi, Jack, it’s Nate. Just a quick question about the seniors outing last week. Can you tell me if Isabel York and Francis McNally were there?”
Isabel tuned him out. Why did no one believe her or take her concerns over Zander’s guilt seriously? She stood and walked over to the window. Gazing out over the town, she sighed. The Slayer was out there somewhere, another girl was going to die, and she was the only person who cared. At least that’s the way it seemed.
“Isabel?”
She turned. “Guv.”
“Pastor Jack confirms you were there. Do you know who that woman is? She had all the ID she needed to take out the money and close your account.”
She shook her head, taking another look at the CCTV image on the screen. “She does look familiar, but no.” She swallowed hard. Throwing up on the boss’s floor wouldn’t be a good thing. “Why would someone do this? If they could access my bank account then…” She broke off, the thought almost too horrid to voice.
“Go on,” DI Holmes prompted. “Talk to me.”
“Maybe they didn’t stop there.” Isabel’s voice was barely above a whisper. “They could have done anything with my ID.”
Soul to take – tagline – When all you have left is your soul…
Clare Revell 