Killer Christmas E-Book

Leigh Russell

• Herausgeber: No Exit Press
• Kategorie: Krimi
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Seitenzahl: 22

Beschreibung

It's Christmas Eve but not all is merry and bright for Detective Geraldine Steel. With her family abroad and her friends booked up, she finds herself alone in York for the holidays. But when a man collapses at the local fair, it's clear that this isn't a case of winter flu. There's a killer in the crowds. Can Geraldine find the culprit before another life is taken?

Leseprobe

Inhalt

KILLER CHRISTMAS

A LETTER FROM LEIGH

About the author

Also by Leigh Russell

Geraldine Steel Mysteries

Cut Short

Road Closed

Dead End

Death Bed

Stop Dead

Fatal Act

Killer Plan

Murder Ring

Deadly Alibi

Class Murder

Death Rope

Ian Peterson Murder Investigations

Cold Sacrifice

Race to Death

Blood Axe

Lucy Hall Mysteries

Journey to Death

Girl in Danger

The Wrong Suspect

KILLER CHRISTMAS

‘What are you doing for Christmas?’ Ariadne asked.

‘I’ll be going to my sister’s,’ Geraldine replied to her colleague’s question. ‘How about you?’

‘My family’s huge and we all descend on my parents every Christmas. It’s fun, but pretty exhausting. I think my mother finds it all too much but she absolutely refuses to let any of us help her.’

‘How many brothers and sisters have you got?’

‘Four.’

‘There are five of you!’

‘You’re a mathematician? I had no idea,’ Ariadne laughed.

It occurred to Geraldine that her own sister, Celia, hadn’t invited her yet, but Geraldine stayed there for a few nights over Christmas every year and Celia hadn’t said anything to suggest this year might be different.

‘Geraldine, I’ve been meaning to call you!’ Celia gushed when Geraldine phoned her that evening. ‘How have you been?’

‘I’m fine. How are you all?’

‘Oh, we’re well. You’re busy as usual, I suppose, with your dead bodies.’

Geraldine wasn’t involved in a murder investigation right then so had booked time off, and was free to spend a couple of weeks with her sister’s family. She wondered how long Celia would like her to stay. She had seen too little of them all since her move to York, two hundred and fifty miles from Kent where Celia lived.

‘I want to talk to you about Christmas. I was wondering -’ she began.

‘Yes, about Christmas,’ Celia interrupted her. ‘I’ve been meaning to call you and talk to you about it. The thing is, we’ve decided to go away this year.’

‘Go away?’ Geraldine repeated, uncertain whether she had understood correctly. ‘Where to?’

‘We’ve booked a trip to St Lucia!’

‘St Lucia! Seriously? That sounds amazing!’ Geraldine injected as much enthusiasm into her response as she could. ‘How long are you going for?’

‘Sixteen nights over Christmas and New Year. The hotel’s out of this world, and the beaches are to die for.’

Geraldine listened in silence as Celia described the hotel where she and her family would be staying.

‘We’ll be back on the fifth of January, so we’ll have to arrange for you to come over after that. Come and stay for a couple of days if you can.’

‘That would be lovely,’ Geraldine replied, as cheerfully as she could.