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The sun was glowing orange across the roofscapes of the town, shining so brightly Grace and Terry had to shade their eyes to look at the shimmering spectacle. It did not seem possible that the roofs of an old industrial street scene could be so stunningly beautiful, it was an affirmation that the sun, in all her glory can beautify the most mundane of scenes or townscapes. Sunset across the Grand Canyon or the canals of Venice or Uluru in Australia could not have been more glorious.
DCI Grace Swan and DS Terry Horton sat in lounging chairs on the roof terrace of Grace’s town house in Redemption Island. Redemption Island, wrapped around by the once rancid but now sparklingly clean waters of the River Gar, had once been the old industrial heart of the town. It had now been gentrifie
