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The Body on the Shore
In the supposedly-safe London commuter belt of Surrey, an assassin is at work. Promising young architect Peter Young is shot dead at his desk during the Friday morning rush hour. DCI Craig Gillard is quickly on the scene, but even as runnels of blood creep across the tracing paper, the detective knows that the most crucial question in solving the crime will be one word: Why?
Two weeks later, and 250 miles north on the Lincolnshire coast another body is found on a windswept beach. In this case there is no identity for the young man, just a curious brand burned into his neck. Linking these crimes and this insignia takes all his ingenuity, and leads Gillard abroad to a land where the normal limits of criminality do not apply, and blood and honour are the only laws.
When a woman goes missing, it gets personal for DCI Craig Gillard. But he could never imagine what happens next.
Criminologist Martin Knight lives a gilded life and is a thorn in the side of the police. But then his wife Liz goes missing. There is no good explanation and no sign of Martin…
To make things worse, Liz is the ex-girlfriend of DCI Craig Gillard who is drawn into the investigation. Is it just a missing person or something worse? And what relevance do the events around the shocking Girl F case, so taken up by Knight, have to do with the present?
The truth is darker than you could ever have imagined.
When evil and beauty collide
Voted the world’s most beautiful woman, twenty-three-year-old model Mira Roskova is admired, envied and desired. But celebrity extracts its pound of flesh. Threatened and harassed online, stalked by besotted fans, beaten up by a man who claims to love her, Mira is assailed on all sides. Home isn’t safe, friends can’t be trusted, freedoms melt away. Where does the image end and the real person begin?
Tomorrow should be the greatest day of Erica Stroud-Jones’s life. The brilliant young British scientist has found a revolutionary way to beat a deadly tropical disease. Millions of lives could be saved, a Nobel Prize beckons. She is in Amsterdam. Tomorrow she presents her secret research to a scientific conference.
Chris Wyrecliffe has it all. A nationally recognised BBC Radio journalist, based in London, a former war correspondent, and a tireless worker for charity. But his heart lies elsewhere. Back in the Middle East. As the Arab Spring wells up, unfinished business from twenty years ago seeps back into his life.
Retired civil servant Bernard Jones isn’t, as he would be the first to agree, the world’s greatest investor. The man who lost money with shares in Jarvis and Railtrack, and who retains a with-profits policy with Equitable Life has proved that the best way to make a small fortune in shares is to start with a large one.
In this second volume of the Bernard Jones Diaries, retired civil servant Bernard Jones is approaching his 64th birthday. Making money through investing remains as elusive as ever, though his overbearing and over-sexed wife Eunice finds no trouble spending it. Hell’s Bells, the share club started at the Ring o’Bells pub by a coterie of dubious acquaintances, seems to be a better forum for gawping at barmaids and consuming pork scratchings than it is for an elevated debate over price earnings ratios and dividend yields.
When it comes to money, Bernard Jones is a bit of a dunce. The retired civil servant and amateur investor discovers that when share prices start plunging his wealth falls even faster. As the credit crunch bites, he and his share club cronies at the Ring o’Bells pub find they can’t bank on a bank, build wealth on a housebuilder, nor rely on a retailer. Bernard can, however, rely on his domineering wife Eunice. A woman of persistent passion and advancing dress size, she single-handedly keeps Britain’s consumer spending alive. From sustainable teak gnocchi spoons to Andalucian macrame shoe organisers, there isn’t much you can teach Eunice about stocking up on essentials.