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MEET DETECTIVE LAUREN PENGELLY
The Hidden Graves of St Ives
Her eyes flutter open, but it’s dark, and she can only make out shadows. She winces as tight cords dig into the soft skin of her arms, immobilising her. Where am I? The last thing she can remember is Molly, pleading with her to come back inside. Her whole body hurts. Then she hears it. Soft breathing nearby. She’s not alone...
Murder at Land's End
The crashing wave catches the early morning light, sparkling like diamonds across the beach. It cocoons the girl’s body resting on the rocks, her knees tucked under her. As the water reaches it, the girl’s dark hair rises in tendrils to caress her face, her eyelashes speckled with sand. She’d look like a mermaid from a story… if not for the bruises around her fragile throat.
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