Tuesday’s Teaser – The Lost Child

Welcome to this week’s Teaser Tuesday!

So if you’ve been following my blog for a while you might have noticed I’m a fan of crime author Patricia Gibney, you can find reviews of the first two books in the DI Lottie Parker series here, and a Q&A she very kindly agreed to do for me is here.

The third book in the Lottie Parker series was released last week so this morning I’m sharing a teaser from it.

TLCAbout the book

They placed me in here and threw away the key. I look down at the gown they’ve put on me. I want my own clothes. I don’t know how long I’ve been here.

An elderly woman is found murdered in her own home, and Detective Lottie Parker and her partner Detective Boyd are called in to investigate. When they discover that the victim’s daughter is missing as well, they start to fear for the safety of the whole family…

Two days later as a nearby house is set on fire and with the body count rising, Lottie and her team begin to unpick a web of secrets and lies, as the murders seem to link back to a case investigated by Lottie’s father before he took his own life.

With little knowledge of what really happened to her father, Lottie knows this is a case that could give her some answers. But how much does she want to know? And how far is Lottie prepared to dig to uncover the truth?

The Lost Child is a thrilling page-turner from the bestselling author of The Missing Ones and The Stolen Girls that will have you guessing right to the very last page. Perfect for fans of Rachel Abbott, Angela Marsons and Robert Dugoni.

The Teaser

The evening was the best time to study. A glass of wine by her hand, phone in the dock spewing soft music, blinds pulled down halfway, the fields beyond the house in darkness. Light reflected off the glass and she could see all around her. Alone with her books. In her own home. Safe. Marian Russell had to admit that social studies wasn’t her course of choice, but she loved the genealogy module. Everything else was too highbrow for her stupid brain. She was stupid. Arthur had kept telling her that, so now she almost believed it. But she knew it wasn’t really true. Smiling to herself, she popped two pills into her mouth, swallowed them with her wine and lit a cigarette. Since she’d secured the barring order against her husband, she was beginning to take hold of her life again. A twenty-five-hour-a-week contract in the supermarket helped, and she had the family car. The bastard had lost his licence, so he hadn’t put up much of a fight over it. She’d succeeded in getting her mother to sign the house over to her before ensconcing her in a flat. Out from under her feet. And she had her studies. And her wine. And her pills.

The front door opened and slammed shut. ‘Emma, is that you?’

Marian shouted over her shoulder. She needed to have a sit-down with her daughter. At seventeen, Emma was beginning to take liberties with her curfew. She checked the time. Not yet nine o’clock. Marian sipped her wine. ‘Where did you go?’

Silence. No matter how much trouble she got into, Emma always stood her ground. A trait inherited from her father? No, Marian knew where she got it from. Standing up, she turned to the door. The glass fell from her hand. ‘You!’

Does this sound like something you’d want to read? Share a teaser from your own current read leave me a comment below!

Sarah

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