Kill For Me is not available until next Thursday 14th February but today you can read the first chapter of the book and get a sneak peek of what is in store for you if you read it.
This is the blurb for
Kill For Me
A deadly game. An unstoppable killer. The perfect alibi.
Lucy Anderson is late collecting her daughter from nursery. A mistake that could prove fatal.
Her daughter is gone and there is only one way Lucy can get her back. The ransom is simple, she has to kill someone…
And this is just the beginning. A deadly game with a domino effect has started as the real killer forces others to do his bidding.
Can detective inspector Hannah Robbins find the killer’s next puppet before they’re forced to strike or will this be the case where her opponent has found the perfect way to kill?
This is book 5 in a series but you can easily start reading the series with this book as there is little reference to previous books in this one, its main focus is the unique crime, its victims and killer.
Now for your sneak peek. I do hope you enjoy it!
Lucy looked at the clock on her dashboard. She only had ten minutes to get to the school to collect Faith and the journey took just under fifteen minutes in the best conditions, but today, today was horrendous. She looked at the queued traffic in front of her, the red brake lights that glared angrily at her to match her mood, her stomach twisting in knots. She would be late. Faith would worry and probably start to cry. She was four years old and the morning visits to nursery were enough for her at the minute until she started full-time school next year.
Faith was an easy-going child, but she liked routine. If she didn’t know what was happening, she would stress. Lucy hoped one of the teachers would say the right thing to keep her calm.
Lucy had no idea what had happened to build up the traffic like this but she had been pushing it anyway. She had left the doctor’s surgery she worked at a couple of minutes late as she had picked up the phone instead of walking away and leaving it to one of her colleagues. She should have known better. Old Mr Jones had been on the other end of the line and no amount of cajoling would get him off until he had said all he wanted to say. When asked the reason he needed an appointment he thought this was an ideal time to give the whole medical history. Lucy had tried to get him to jump ahead, to curtail him and tell him she had it, but he had ignored her and kept on and she couldn’t cut him off. She’d be in big trouble if she hung up on a patient.
The cars crawled forward and she could finally see there were new roadworks ahead of her. Her fingers tapped on the steering wheel, impatience skittering through her veins.
After ten minutes she pushed past the temporary traffic lights as they changed to red and put her foot down to be the last car through. The last couple of miles went by in a blur as her mind raced with the possibilities of her daughter’s state. Her gorgeous beautiful daughter. She was so very proud of her and hated to let her down, but it happened sometimes, being a single mum. She couldn’t be everything to her all the time, no matter how hard she tried. And she did. She tried to be it all. The good parent and the bad parent who disciplined. It was hard to strike that balance. To find a middle ground where Faith knew she was loved and secure, but where rules were in place, like bedtimes and eating at the table together.
The school was in sight.
Lucy let out a breath of relief and bowed her head to thank whoever needed thanking that she wasn’t any later. Her phone pinged in her pocket but she ignored it.
She reversed into a parking spot, climbed out the car and closed the door behind her with a slam.
Her phone pinged again.
She ran into the school playground where children were playing. Those children who were either brave enough to stay all day or were waiting to start the afternoon session. She recognised Faith’s teacher on playground duty, Mr Hughes, and ran up to him. She wished it wasn’t him. Not after what had happened. It shouldn’t matter anymore, but Lucy still felt a tingle of… what? Embarrassment? Even though they were trying to sweep it under the carpet.
‘Oh gosh, I’m so sorry I’m late,’ she gushed at him. ‘It was one of our older patients on the phone and then there were roadworks. It’s been a nightmare.’ She looked at the teacher who wore a confused look. ‘But I’m here now,’ she finished, looking around for Faith, who she had expected to be clinging to Mr Hughes for grim death while she waited for her mum. She must be inside, too upset to be outside with everyone else. Poor mite. ‘Is she inside?’
‘’Ms Anderson?’ Mr Hughes looked concerned, gone was the hurt look he usually tried to hide, now there was a furrow of eyebrows over his dark eyes. ‘Why are you here?’
Her phone pinged again. There was an insistence to it.
‘To collect Faith of course.’
‘But, you texted us, you told us a friend was picking her up early for a dentist appointment and you couldn’t get out of work on time. He came by and took her. We only let him because the text came from your number.’
The ground shifted under her. The grey flat concrete moved like an escalator, tilting upwards. Lucy pushed her hands outwards to steady herself.
‘It said what?’ Her voice was little more than a dry croak.
‘That Faith had a dental appointment and your friend was to pick her up ten minutes early.’ Concern flashed across Mr Hughes’ face. ‘Do we have a problem, Ms Anderson?’
Lucy pulled her phone from her pocket. It had come from her phone? The phone that had been beeping her for the last ten minutes. There were four text messages. All from the same unknown number. They all said the same thing.
I have Faith. Do not go to the school. Await further instructions. Do not alert the police or you will never see her again.