This week, I’m linking up again with Diane at Bibliophile by the Sea who hosts a post every Tuesday for people to share the first chapter / paragraph of the book they are reading, or thinking of reading soon. I really enjoy these tasters when I read them on other blogs so wanted to join in.
Whilst I’m not one for picking up review copies that often, I have been on a bit of a roll of late, mainly because of I keep reading reviews of books I then feel I need to read and, now I’ve discovered how NetGalley works (or think I have), I have managed to pick a few of these books up. One is Dead Lost by Helen H. Durrant, which was released in January. Here’s what it’s about…
An abandoned cotton mill holds horrific secrets
Police partners, D.I. Calladine and D.S. Ruth Bayliss face one of their toughest challenges yet. A group of homeless people have set up camp in the grounds of a disused cotton mill belonging to local businessman Damien Chase.
But one of the men is not what he seems. He has a secret he will do anything to cover up. And once Calladine and Bayliss investigate, they find the crimes go much further than they could have ever imagined.
Will Ruth be able to juggle her personal and professional lives, and can Calladine deal with their new boss, a woman he neither trusts nor likes? Willing to do anything to bring terrible suffering to an end, Calladine make an astonishing move . . .
And here’s how it starts…
His cigarette was just a stub. He took one last drag and tossed it into the gutter. It had been worth waiting until the shops closed. He’d been given a pile of left-over sandwiches from the café and a passing woman had thrust a carton of hot coffee into his hands. He peered into the hat on the pavement in front of him – about two pounds eighty, he guess. not great but better than nowt. There was hardly anyone around on Leesdon High Street now so he might as well head back.
“Hard times?” someone asked.
“The worst, mate. Wife left me, lost my job,” he replied without looking up. “But you don’t to listen to my problems.”
“Perhaps I can help.”
“I don’t see how. no one wants to help; don’t you read the local newspaper?”
Now he looked up. There was something about the voice…but all he could see was a shape standing in the shadows. The man wore a top with the hood pulled low over his face and the zipper done up over his chin.
“I know you,” the homeless man said warily.
A bit of a long intro this week I know but it felt like a good place to stop. What do you think – would you keep reading?