Title: Death Bed: A Detective Geraldine Steel Mystery (DI Geraldine Steel #4) Author: Leigh Russell Genre: Mystery/Detective Publication Date: February 25, 2014 Publisher: Witness Impulse, an imprint of HarperCollins Event organized by: Literati Author Services, Inc.
Synopsis
Two brutal murders. No witnesses. The battered bodies of two young girls are discovered in North London, one shortly after the other. Desperate to avoid hysteria in the community, the police struggle to make a quick arrest before the deranged killer can strike again. Not having any luck, Detective Geraldine Steel, recently transferred to London, is called in to make sense of the grisly murders and the killer's unusual signature: he extracts two teeth from each of his victims. With the death toll mounting, Geraldine is running out of time as she hunts for the elusive killer the papers have dubbed "The Dentist."
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About the Author
LEIGH RUSSELL is described as “a brilliant talent” by Jeffery Deaver. CUT SHORT (2009) was shortlisted for the CWA New Blood Dagger Award for Best First Novel. Road Closed (2010) was listed as a Top Read on Eurocrime. With Dead End (2011) Leigh’s detective Geraldine Steel was Number 1 on amazon kindle’s bestseller chart for female sleuths. Leigh Russell is the award-winning author of the Geraldine Steel and Ian Peterson mysteries. She is an English teacher who lives in the UK with her family.a Rafflecopter giveaway
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1
TAKE ME HOME
Music thumped out a regular beat, any melody obscured by the
fluctuating din of voices. Struggling towards the bar with the rest of the
clamouring throng, Donna felt sick. She had drunk too much on an empty stomach
and the coke wasn’t helping either. Telling herself she was old
enough to know better, she manoeuvred her way over to the toilets and swore
when she saw the long queue. A wave of nausea washed over her and she felt as
though she would suffocate in that hot, noisy bar. She fought her way back to
the table in the corner and tapped Lily on the shoulder.
‘I’m
going out for some air.’
Lily smiled up
at her.
‘Orange juice,’ she
yelled in reply.
‘I’m
going out,’ Donna shouted. ‘I
can’t breathe in here.’
Lily nodded.
Donna wasn’t sure if she’d heard her or
not.
‘I’m
going outside,’ she repeated. ‘You coming?’
Lily shook her
head and said something that Donna couldn’t make out.
She turned and made her way through the door and onto Camden High
Street. Pausing in the entrance, she leaned unsteadily against the door jamb
and took a few deep breaths that only made her feel dizzy. A couple of men were
standing on the pavement in front of her, smoking. Donna was aware of their
eyes following her as she staggered forwards. One of them held out a spliff.
She took it and inhaled gratefully. It didn’t make her feel
any better.
‘Not bad looking,’ he
commented, loudly enough for her to hear.
‘You know what they
say about black girls,’ the other one replied and whistled.
As she hurried past them her heel caught on an uneven paving
stone. She felt her ankle turn over and almost lost her balance. Startled, she
registered that something was wrong and, looking down, saw a thin high heel
lying uselessly on the pavement beside her left foot. ‘Sod it,’ she grumbled.
Behind her she heard the two men laughing. ‘Pricks,’ she
muttered under her breath. Afraid
she was going to throw up in front of them, she hobbled to the corner and
turned off the main road into a narrow alley where she stood for a moment,
steadying herself with one hand against the wall and leaning forward, waiting
to be sick. She wasn’t. Reeling, she turned back to the main road. All
she wanted was to get home, but a large group of raucous young men had gathered
on the corner of the High Street and she would have to limp past them to reach
the station. In desperation she decided to return to the pub and find Lily, but
her head was spinning and she couldn’t remember which way to go. One of the youths on
the corner had turned and was watching her curiously as she tottered on one
heel.
While she wavered, a car drew up beside her and a man got out.
Seeing Donna sway, he ran round the front of the vehicle in time to catch her
by the elbow and steady her.
‘Are you alright,
Miss?’
‘Fine, fine. Get
away from me.’
She stumbled and
almost fell over.
‘You really shouldn’t be out on the streets alone in your state.’
‘I’m
going to the station. I’m going home,’ she mumbled,
close to tears. ‘I
need to find Lily. I’m with Lily.’
‘Is there anyone at
home to look after you?’ the man asked. ‘You’re in no state to be left on your own.’
‘I’m fine,’ she
lied.
She was
trembling, afraid she was going to pass out, yet at the same time
overwhelmingly grateful for his concern. She
had left her jacket in the bar, but it was a warm evening and she felt
uncomfortably hot.
‘I think I’m going to be sick.’
‘I’ll
tell you what. My car’s here. I can take you home. It’s
alright,’ he smiled reassuringly. ‘I’m a police
officer.’
He pulled an identity card from his wallet and held it in front
of her face but her eyes wouldn’t focus properly.
‘Come on, let’s get you home.’
Donna nodded her
head in relief and was fumbling in her bag for her front door key when a
thought struck her.
‘What about Lily?’
‘What?’
‘Lily. My friend,
Lily. My flatmate.’
‘Don’t
worry about her. She hasn’t been too bothered about you, has she?’
He sounded
impatient and Donna realised he was right. Where was Lily when Donna needed
her?
‘Come on, let me
take you home,’ he urged again.
One thing was
for sure, there was no way Donna would make it home by herself.
‘My shoe’s broken,’ she explained and began to giggle helplessly as the man put his
hand on her shoulder and guided her to his car.
‘Here we are,’ he said.
Donna clambered in, hoping she wouldn’t
chuck up, and relaxed. Her shoes were no good to her with one heel anyway. It
was a relief to remove them, they were beginning to rub, and wearing them all
evening had made her calves ache.
‘I live by Highbury
Fields,’ she told him as she leaned back and closed her
eyes.
It wasn’t far but they seemed to be driving for ages. When she looked up
again they were passing Kentish Town station which didn’t
seem right. Donna sat up and tried to work out where they were. They passed Tufnell Park tube and soon
after that she recognised shops on Highgate High Street. Everything looked
blurred but at least she knew the road they were on, and the policeman must
know where they were going. She closed her eyes again. She just wanted to sit
without moving.
‘If you want to know
the way, ask a policeman,’ she sang under her breath and sat up, gripped by
a sudden anxiety.
‘You are taking me
home?’
‘Don’t worry, we’re
almost there.’
Donna leaned
back feeling nauseous again.
The car slowed down and opening her eyes she saw they had turned
off Highgate Hill and were driving past a pub on their left. Without warning,
she leaned forward, bent almost double in the seat, and threw up all over her
jeans.
‘I’m
sorry, I’m so sorry,’ she mumbled.
The whole drive
was turning into a nightmare, but the policeman didn’t
even seem to notice she had been sick, although it stank. He drove on, staring
straight ahead. Looking
up, Donna saw a small patch of grass, like a village green. Turning to look out
of her passenger window she caught sight of a church on the other side before
they turned sharply right into a narrow lane screened from the road by a row of
tall trees.
‘Where are we?’
She tried to scoop some of the puke off her jeans with a tissue
but it stuck to her thighs, sticky and disgusting.
‘This is where I
live.’
‘Take
me home. I want to go home.’
‘I brought you here
so my wife can look after you until you sober up. Then I’ll
take you home. You passed out in the car back there and you’ve
been sick. If you vomit while you’re unconscious, you can choke. That’s
dangerous and you shouldn’t be left alone. It was either bring you here or
take you to the hospital, and they’re busy enough on a Saturday night as it is. My
wife’s a police officer as well. She knows what to do.’
‘Where is she?’
‘She’s
waiting for us inside. Now don’t worry, everything’s
going to be fine.’
She fumbled with
her seat belt while he opened double wooden gates with a remote control.
‘I can’t
get this off,’ she grumbled as they drove in.
‘Here,’ he
released her and helped her out of the car into darkness behind the high wooden
gates which had slammed shut behind them. Sharp gravel pricked the soles of her
bare feet as she followed him across the drive under the shadow of the trees.
The front door closed and the man put one hand against the small
of her back, propelling her towards the stairs. Donna resisted.
‘Don’t
worry, my wife’s expecting you.’
For the first
time he sounded irritated.
‘Why doesn’t she come down here then?’
‘Come on, there’s a bed all ready for you.’
The man grabbed
hold of her wrist and half led, half dragged her up a carpeted staircase. She
was dimly aware of passing a landing and a closed door, before lurching after
him up a second narrow wooden flight of stairs. With a growing sense of alarm,
she wondered how his wife had known about her.
‘Did you phone her?’ she asked, her voice thin and fretful.
The man didn’t even turn round.
At the top of the stairs he opened a door, pulled her inside and
kicked the door shut behind her. Donna blinked. The room was very dark and it
smelled foul. A skylight was covered with a black blind. Very little light came
through narrow slits down the sides. She couldn’t make out much
in the dimness, but she could see there was no one else there.
‘Let me go. I want
to go home. Where’s your wife?’
She could barely
speak, she was so frightened. Too late, she felt coldly sober, alert to the
danger she was in. With an impulsive strength she jerked her arm free and
rushed for the door. It was locked. A naked light bulb clicked on and she
looked round and gasped. The wall opposite was covered in shelves displaying
nightmarish objects.
Suddenly the man grabbed her by the throat and thrust her so she
fell backwards onto a bed in the middle of the room. For a second she lay mute
with terror then she began to scream, kicking out, trying to scratch him,
horrified, while he twisted her round until she was lying lengthwise on the
mattress. Swiftly, the man shackled her wrists and ankles with cold metal manacles
attached to the bed, then sat back on his heels, astride her body. As she stared, his face came into
focus. The shadows from the light behind him exaggerated the length of his
narrow pointed nose, and his eyes gleamed darkly at her. Slowly his thin lips
curved in a smile.
‘There’s
no point calling out for help. The house is pretty isolated so don’t think any of the neighbours will hear you if you make a racket.
They won’t. No one will. Except me, of course.’
He climbed off
the bed and left, closing the door firmly behind him.
Alone in the darkness Donna tried to calm down so she could think
about what to do, but she couldn’t stop
sobbing.
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