ONE HUNDRED TWELVE
Events tumble together in a never-ending kaleidoscope, forever mobile, never static, the end forever elusive, an endless game of consequences and reaction as murder in her darkest colours continued to haunt the town and inhabitants, a grim shroud of fear, dread, and recrimination
Grace felt totally drained, her headaches were ever fiercer, her workload relentless as the days passed in a blur. The brutal truth was that she was no closer to finding the killer than she had been the first morning she had inspected the body of Amanda Morton so obscenely displayed on the bench in Grafton Stands.
Blood samples taken from the younger of the Curbeck Edge victims confirmed her as Sophie Allwight. A missing person’s report noted by Brian Endcliffe led to the identification of th
