Taster from the next book!

I know lots of you - especially at home in Kintyre - are beset by difficulties caused by the dreadful weather. I hope they will be able to get the power on soon!

Here's a wee extract from the next DCI Daley, Kinloch novel, The Death of Remembrance.

Here's to sunnier days!! 

"He opened the trunk; inside, a terrified woman lay on her side, she was trussed in a kneeling position, her wrists tied behind her back to her ankles. The thick duct tape plastered over her mouth left only the merest whimper audible. Tears flowed from her wide terrified eyes, making her mascara run into the mucus from her nose.

      With strong arms, he pulled her from the vehicle by the rope, letting her fall onto the roadway, again on her side - the yell of pain she felt sounding only faintly behind the plastic tape.

      Her head throbbed and her vision blurred. She could feel the rain on her skin; the bang on the head, stunned her. Randomly, her mind scrolled back to a trip to miserably wet Largs when she had been a child - she could see her mother’s face.

      He bent forward and manoeuvred the sobbing woman onto her knees to face forwards, then grabbed her roughly by her long, dyed-blonde hair, pulling her chin up to make sure she was looking along the pathway and up the three front steps to her home. She was forced to breathe heavily through her nose, partly through fear, partly necessity as mucus was beginning to block her nasal passages - the duct tape making breath through her mouth impossible.

      ‘There ye’ are darlin’,’ his voice was calm yet rasping, strangely unfamiliar, now  she had become accustomed to the Aussie twang. ‘Just thought I’d gie ye a wee look at yer man,’ he sniggered. ‘Naw at his best the now, right enough - eh?’ He tugged at her hair again, as silent sobs racked her body.

      He pulled up his jacket and produced a handgun from the waistband of his trousers.

      She thought of her mother again: the hand wiped the rain from her face as they stood facing the cold grey sea, holding her close to keep her dry. The image of the blood-soaked hallway and the ruined figure within became more like the memory.

      ‘Cheerio, ye fuckin’ pair o’ rats.’

      The one shot from the pistol sent its report echoing down the quiet suburban street and a bullet through her temple.

      He walked slowly back to the car, paused, then looked up at something unseen, smiled, then jumped in, before he sped off, tyres squealing on the wet tarmac.

      The dead woman’s lifeless eyes stared blankly at the ground on which she knelt, head forward, all memories gone."

If Jim Daley thought he was going to lead a quieter life in his new job in Kinloch, he was wrong! 

 The Death of Remembrance

sequel to 

Whisky from Small Glasses.

To be published later this year

Watch this space!

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Whisky-From-Small-Glasses-Meyrick/dp/1901514080/ref=tmm_pap_title_0

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