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The place was silent. Eerie. She pulled her coat tight around her, as the cold, dank air penetrated her clothing. Her feet crunched away from the car.
Snow lay several inches thick on the ground and was still falling from darkened, fluff-filled skies.
She stood for a moment, looking up at the soft, wide flakes, mesmerised.
“It could be a white Christmas, ma’am.” Dewi was at her side. “I might put money on it.”
She smiled. “You won't get good odds, after this.”
“I’ve got the suits.” He passed her hers, and a pair of overshoes.
Behind them, the sound of police vans arriving, carrying the poor souls who would spend countless hours combing the area and take Lloyd Owen’s farm apart.
The farmer waited for them on his driveway, hands on hips.
She couldn’t see, but imagined the scowl on his weathered features.
“Come on,” she called to her DS. “Let’s get inside.”
They signed their names with the officer on the door, putting their overshoes on before going inside.
The DI moved through the hallway into the kitchen where the table was littered with the remains of the family’s breakfasts. Half-eaten eggs and bacon. Cups, half-filled with tea, the contents separated.
“I think we can assume that whatever happened to them, started here.” Dewi sat down on the chair which had been occupied by Michael Harries, his morning paper still open at the article he’d been reading.
She nodded. “Whatever it was, it didn’t end well.



A young man comes home to find his whole family missing. Half-eaten breakfasts and blood spatter on the lounge wall are the only clues to what happened...



A dark thriller mystery, set in Wales.

The place was silent. Eerie. She pulled her coat tight around her, as the cold, dank air penetrated her clothing. Her feet crunched away from the car. Snow lay several inches thick on the ground and was still falling from darkened, fluff-filled skies. She stood for a moment, looking up at the soft, wide flakes, mesmerised. “It could be a white Christmas, ma’am.” Dewi was at her side. “I might put money on it.” She smiled. “You won't get good odds, after this.” “I’ve got the suits.” He passed her hers, and a pair of overshoes. Behind them, the sound of police vans arriving, carrying the poor souls who would spend countless hours combing the area and take Lloyd Owen’s farm apart. The farmer waited for them on his driveway, hands on hips. She couldn’t see, but imagined the scowl on his weathered features. “Come on,” she called to her DS. “Let’s get inside.” They signed their names with the officer on the door, putting their overshoes on before going inside. The DI moved through the hallway into the kitchen where the table was littered with the remains of the family’s breakfasts. Half-eaten eggs and bacon. Cups, half-filled with tea, the contents separated. “I think we can assume that whatever happened to them, started here.” Dewi sat down on the chair which had been occupied by Michael Harries, his morning paper still open at the article he’d been reading. She nodded. “Whatever it was, it didn’t end well. A young man comes home to find his whole family missing. Half-eaten breakfasts and blood spatter on the lounge wall are the only clues to what happened... A dark thriller mystery, set in Wales.

"Completely enthralled from start to finish! The storyline kept me engrossed and the background illuminations by the author were awesome!"


​"This book, like the others in this series, is a real page turner."

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