**βShe reached into the pram and placed her hands on the cotton blanket. It was still warm. But her smiling, new baby sister, with her wide blue-grey eyes, was gone...β** Twenty five years later, three bodies are found at a ramshackle cottage in the Irish countryside, and Detective Iris Locke is s
Silent Night: An absolutely gripping crime thriller
β Scribed by Geraldine Hogan
- Book ID
- 110946957
- Publisher
- Bookouture
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 216 KB
- Series
- Detective Iris Locke #1
- Category
- Fiction
- ISBN-13
- 9781786819093
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β¦ Synopsis
βShe reached into the pram and placed her hands on the cotton blanket. It was still warm. But her smiling, new baby sister, with her wide blue-grey eyes, was gone...β
Twenty five years later, three bodies are found at a ramshackle cottage in the Irish countryside, and Detective Iris Locke is sick to her stomach. The victims are Anna Crowe and her two young children.
Iris has only recently joined the Limerick Murder Squad. Against her fatherβs advice, sheβs working the narrow lanes and green hills of her childhood. Iris still remembers Anna, who was just a small girl when her baby sister was snatched, never to be seen again. It was the one case Irisβ own father never solved, and Iris canβt help but wonder if the two crimes are connected.
Sheβll stop at nothing to find Anna justice, but a fire has destroyed almost all the physical evidence, and Limerick is the same small town she remembers: everybody protects their neighbours, and Iris has been away for too long.
Can Iris unpick the lies beneath the surface of her pretty hometown, and catch the most twisted individual of her career, when reopening the old case means reopening old wounds for her team, the rest of the community, and her own father?
Genre: Fiction > Mystery/Thriller
π SIMILAR VOLUMES
The woman lay on her back, her large, intelligent eyes fixed on the ceiling above, her pale hair fanned out beneath her like a halo. Around her, the room was peaceful and clean, with morning light dappling the cream carpet. She might have been merely restingβ¦ but Ana Marlovaβs heart would never beat