A headless skeleton washed up on the banks of the Thames turns out to be a far from routine case for up-and-coming, motorcycle-riding, no-nonsense Detective Inspector Jessie Driver, sent out to the scene on a wild-goose chase by a mean-spirited colleague trying to waste her time. Trouble is, it’s not just a set of bones spat out by the river after years of decomposing—they’ve been dipped in acid. And those jellyfish found inside the ribcage aren’t jellyfish at all—they’re silicone breast implants.
Some clever work proves the remains belong to Verity Shore, B-movie actress and wife of rock star P. J. Dean. Then there’s another z-list celebrity death. But is someone trying to cover up a murder with an actual motive, or is a celebrity serial killer on the loose? Jessie must solve the high-profile case to get jealous colleagues and a watchful superior off her back, but when she begins to fall for suspect number one, her credibility is in jeopardy, not to mention her safety. Can she regain her objectivity before she loses her life?
Dead Alone is the first heart-stopping installment in a sexy new series by a rising star on the British crime scene.
Some clever work proves the remains belong to Verity Shore, B-movie actress and wife of rock star P. J. Dean. Then there’s another z-list celebrity death. But is someone trying to cover up a murder with an actual motive, or is a celebrity serial killer on the loose? Jessie must solve the high-profile case to get jealous colleagues and a watchful superior off her back, but when she begins to fall for suspect number one, her credibility is in jeopardy, not to mention her safety. Can she regain her objectivity before she loses her life?
Dead Alone is the first heart-stopping installment in a sexy new series by a rising star on the British crime scene.
