When the body of a well known film star is murdered during the Málaga Film Festival, the Guardia Civil once more turn to JD and her team for help. The crime is far from straightforward. The killer has left a trail of clues for the police to follow, but the question is why? And what is he trying to tell them? They can find no obvious motive for the murder of this popular actor, whose naked body was found in the locked basement of the Picasso Museum.
This page turning mystery takes JD and her team along a trail of dead ends and through the bloody world of terrorism, until they discover the perpetrator was closer to home than they had realised.
Genre: FICTION / Mystery & Detective / Women SleuthsDark Heart:
A Jacaranda Dunne Mystery
The Picasso Museum, Málaga
March 2019
He was beginning to feel the strain of the man's weight pulling on his right side. ‘Come on, lad. We’re almost there. Not far now,’ he said, trying to move the semi-conscious man forward.
They stood waiting for the lift doors to open then propelled the unresisting man inside, where he slumped against the wall of the lift and slid into a sitting position. How heavy he was for someone so fit; there wasn’t an ounce of fat on him yet he weighed as much as an ox. No wonder they referred to things being a ‘dead weight.’ He knew exactly what that meant now. It took less than a minute for the lift to descend to the basement and then the doors opened automatically. They bent down and pulled the man forward; he was completely out of it now, and seemed to have become heavier than ever. For a moment he thought the young man was going to get stuck half in and half out of the lift, but one enormous tug on his arms pulled him through and he collapsed, splayed out on the floor of the basement like a rag doll.
He stopped to catch his breath then headed for the store cupboard where he’d left the sack trolley that morning. He took it out and wheeled it across to the prostrate figure. There was no point talking to him any more. He wouldn’t hear him. Which was a pity, because there were a lot of things he wanted to say to him. That was the only thing wrong with his plan; this man would never know who had done this to him, nor why. Somehow it took the edge off his revenge. He wanted him to know. How much better it would be to face him and explain why he was doing this. Still the others would know. His father would know. That was the main thing. An eye for an eye.
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by Mariana Magalhães
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Author review: Quick and accurate translation. |
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Eva Romero Lozano
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Author review: Excellent |
