Hardy pulled his car onto the driveway and climbed out of the air-conditioned vehicle into the scorching summer sun. The forecast for July had promised one of the hottest on record and by the look of things, they were not kidding.
He could immediately feel perspiration starting to trickle down the inside of his shirt as he made his way to the front door.
A drink and a shower in that order were the order of the evening, he decided.
It had been almost nine months since the disappearance of DCI Holmsley, and still they were no closer to discovering what had happened to her than they were on the first day of the investigation.
Her car had been found abandoned on the outskirts of Monk’s Wood with her mobile phone and shoes on the driver’s seat.
With the team already stretched to breaking p
