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Caileigh Watson was two when she witnessed her mother’s murder in the woods. She longs to remember her mother but struggles with memory problems. Twenty years on the man who was imprisoned for the crime is up for release. And then a new witness appears, whose testimony could throw out the original conviction. When Caileigh and the witness go missing, DS Abby Foulkes is pulled into a hunt for the truth in a case which threatens to engulf her.
Genre: FICTION / CrimeRankings and review can be found on Amazon and reviews can also be found on Goodreads.
It was beautiful out on the reserve at night, if you could stand the dark and the loneliness. Watching the sunset, she shivered a little, knowing the deep silence that was descending across the landscape and the ever lengthening time to pass until the sunrise. It was the third week in November and after the warmest Halloween since records began the temperature had dropped to a normal level and now you could see your breath. But it was just late afternoon when it got dark and there would be people coming and going for a few hours yet.
She had a number of hidey holes scattered across the expanse of the Great Park and some provided better shelter from the elements than others. She kept old newspapers, plastic wrapping and bottles of water and gin in various places so she could move across the reserve, without being disturbed by the dog walkers, canoodling couples, or commuters who took the option of walking or cycling between Kingston Park and the new builds towards the north end of the open ground.
She sighed. Pretty soon, the building work would move out across all of the old green belt and connect up with the houses in Wideopen beyond. Lately, with all the construction that had been going on, her space had shrunk and she was feeling cramped. It was only a matter of time before she would have to find an alternative place to shelter. She had her eye on the Gosforth Park nature reserve at one time, but it was too well guarded by gamekeepers and too dangerous with the poachers and their guns.
When it wasn’t too cold, she enjoyed the long hours of darkness. There was something about the blackness of night, pressing down on the land, enveloping you until you and the landscape become indistinguishable. On clear nights like tonight, she would settle in a sheltered hollow amongst the trees, stuff the newspapers inside her clothes and wrap herself in plastic. A few swigs of gin and she could almost feel the earth spinning.
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Translated by Pilar Ordaz
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Author review: Pilar is delightful to work with, conscientious and highly professional in her manner and delivery. She works with you to achieve the best translation for your book. Her work and her communication about what she is doing is excellent. I highly recommend her. I would love to work with her again. |
