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A Health of Strangers Thriller packed with Kelly's trademark combination of suspense and wit.In a city hit by a deadly Virus, the North Edinburgh Health Enforcement Team have their work cut out searching for missing people.While Bernard investigates the disappearance of a nurse who has undertaken a home visit that could prove fatal, Mona is in pursuit of an arts dealer in trouble. Unfortunately, so are his many creditors. Bernard and Mona must find the missing, while obeying the first rule in the HET handbook – don't end up dead.
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Lesley Kelly has worked in the public and voluntary sectors for the past twenty years, dabbling in poetry and stand-up comedy along the way. She has won several writing competitions, including the Scotsman’s Short Story award in 2008. Her debut novel, A Fine House in Trinity was long-listed for the William Mclvanney award in 2016. She can be followed on Twitter (@lkauthor) where she tweets about writing, Edinburgh and whatever else takes her fancy.
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Copyright © Lesley Kelly2018
Editor: Moira Forsyth
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The publisher acknowledges subsidy from Creative Scotland towardspublication of this volume.
ISBNe: 978-1-912240-39-5
Ebook compilation by Iolaire Typography Ltd, Newtonmore
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
A foot was sticking out from behind the sofa, bare and twisted at an angle that suggested the person hadn’t just lain down for a quick kip. Bernard approached cautiously, the dim light hampering his vision. Kneeling, he saw, as he’d expected to, the body of a woman. He stretched out his hand to pull the hair back from her face, and his fingers caught in dense matted strands. Blood. She’d been beaten, her face contorted into a mass of dark blooming bruises and swelling, with a cut on her forehead which had bled and then crusted along her hairline. He sat back on his heels, and wished to God that the little red purse had never come into his possession.