Murder in Retribution
By
Anne Cleeland
Summary
Doyle is
assisting Acton in investigating a turf war between the Russian mafia and a
Sinn Fein splinter group, with the warring sides in a fight to the death over
who will control a money-laundering operation at the local race course. The
London CID is racking up a body count and Doyle can dredge up little sympathy
for the victims—that is, until she notices there is very little forensic
evidence at any of the scenes.
In the second book of the Murder series, Doyle and Acton find themselves trying to outwit enemies foreign and domestic as they work to untangle the reason that the underworld war has spun out of control.
In the second book of the Murder series, Doyle and Acton find themselves trying to outwit enemies foreign and domestic as they work to untangle the reason that the underworld war has spun out of control.
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Relieved that
Acton wouldn’t be a witness if she were indeed to be sick, Doyle crouched down
again to study the conduit where the body had been found while the SOCO
examiners began to systematically scrutinize the area in ever-widening circles.
She could guess what they would find; absolutely nothing. For a turf war, there
was remarkably little evidence.
The scent of
decomposition still lingered on the ground because the body had been there for
a time, and she took deep breaths to steady her midsection, annoyed with
herself because decomp had never bothered her before. Acton had already known
she was pregnant, of course. She should have said something before this, but
she was hoping her symptoms were built upon nerves and not upon the presence of
the Honorable whomever who had been conceived the night his or her mother had
killed a man and then accidentally shot herself for good measure. Nothin’ for
it, she thought in resignation; this is exactly why the nuns warned you about sex.
Struggling to hide
her irritation, she called to the SOCO photographer so as to double-check that
the woman had taken some close-ups of the maggot activity on the corpse. Doyle was irritated because the photographer
had been emanating equal parts amazement and derision when introduced to Doyle
earlier, even though her outward manner had been all that was correct. The general consensus—which Doyle could sense
in resounding waves—was that Acton had lost his mind. Nothin’ for that, either, and this was
exactly what she deserved for stepping into the center ring at the circus—not
that she would change a thing; best get on with it, the circus was soon to have
another act.
Anne Cleeland holds a degree in English from UCLA as well as
a degree in law from Pepperdine University, and is a member of the California
State Bar. She writes a historical series set in the Regency period as well as
a contemporary mystery series set in New Scotland Yard. A member of Romance
Writers of America, The Historical Novel Society and Mystery Writers of
America, she lives in California and has four children. www.annecleeland.com; @annecleeland
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Thanks so much for the opportunity, Janet, and hello to all your readers.
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You are very welcome!
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