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|  | | A Terrible Enemy
Det-Sergeant Brenna Taylor and her boss, Det-Chief Inspector Geoffrey Graham, are called out with the rest of the CID team to investigate a dead body found on the moor, dismembered in the fashion of a Muslim sacrificial killing.
| |  | | Horns of a Dilemma
A bizarre beating death compels the Derbyshire CID team to investigate a village’s custom of turning the Devil’s Stone. When another attack occurs the villagers begin to believe the devil himself is involved. Especially when one of the villagers claims the devil talked to him and wants him to come to the churchyard. But is this just an act to divert suspicion from himself, or does devilry really exist in the village?
span style="font-size: larger;">span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Chapter 1 excerptbr />
They hung witches some time back, during the superstition-swathed years of the early 1600s. Up around Bakewell and farther north into Scotland. Hung evildoers on gibbets, their bodies chained to the pole, as if afraid they would escape even in death. Hung up at wastelands and village outskirts and crossroads. A tacit message ⎯ ‘Traveler, shun the road to ruin.’ Creaking corpses swaying in the wind, as though they had become a wagg | |  | | Siren Song
The siren song of an unsolved murder case lures ex-cop Michael McLaren back into detective work ... this time on his own, and with life-threatening consequences.
| |  | | The Coffin Watchers
The CID Team find themselves in a spirited case that begins with the stabbing death of a woman involved with Watching the Church Porch. The investigation quickly turns bizarre when they discover she was a psychic. Perhaps not a very good one, or she would have forecast her own death. On top of that, her spirit wasn’t the one seen during the church porch watch. And the villager whose coffin-carrying ghost was seen seems quite unconcerned about her future, despite her friend’s demise. Is it because she killed the psychic ⎯ or knows who did? Perhaps of greater concern to the CID Team: is the killer blood, flesh and bone, or an astral apparition?
Chapter 1
The watchers that night who saw only blackness and the suggestion of trees massed against an ebony sky claimed later that they knew something would happen. Some probably cursed their ill luck that they hadn't chosen the right hour to watch; others probably feigned disappointment but secretly rejoiced that they hadn't seen it. But one watcher, enveloped in fog and superstition, neither rejoiced nor cursed, viewing the spectacle merely as an eyewitness to the centuries-old custom and accepting the dubious honor that added his name to the meager lis of Those Who H |
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