After thirty years on the police force, rising to the rank of Detective Inspector doesn't prepare Dexter King for the arrival of four strangers with impossible abilities, and an unbelievable secret.
Dexter has enough on his plate already, as he's dealing with a cruel serial killer's reign of terror... and this is no ordinary murderer. Dexter must work with the strangers to bring the killer to justice and end his reign of terror.
But can he save the strangers before it's too late, and what is he willing to sacrifice to achieve his goal?
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Juliet threw down her keys and kicked off her muddy boots. The rain was still lashing down outside. She switched on the lamp in the corner before peeling off her sodden clothes that stuck to her like glue. They made a disgusting splodge sound as they landed in a heap. Even her bra and pants were soaked through to the skin. She had looked everywhere for him despite the storm. They had argued that night, her and David. He'd stormed out into the darkness. She did shout after him; she was sure she had. Some days it was all a bit of a blur but others the memory of that night was crystal clear. It wasn't really that the money was so important. Not really.
“It's the principle, David,” she had screamed at him. “You went behind my back and gave your no good, waste of space brother the money when I said I didn't think it was a good idea.”
Juliet adored David’s younger brother Adam. Just sometimes he drove her mad with his irresponsible attitude to life. He went through money like water. Wasting it on one sure thing after another which inevitably turned out to be not so sure after all. But five hundred pounds was a lot of money and in 1989, five hundred pounds was a great deal of money to David and Juliet who had been trying for a baby, and they were saving as much as they could to give their child the best start in life. David was Juliet's first love. She was smitten from the moment she saw him. He came into the salon she worked in on the weekends, just sweeping up hair and making cups of tea. His girlfriend at the time was Esther, the junior stylist at the salon but very much senior to Juliet. Esther was nineteen, pretty with big nineteen eighties hair and shoulder pads. Juliet, on the other hand, was sixteen, skinny, lanky even.
