‘YOU’RE A MAN. A DEAD MAN, THAT’S ALL’
Aldous ‘Dr Al’ Andrews, his girlfriend Lara and DCI Marlin are brought together again as a series of brutal killings begin, each scene numbered and the victims linked to previous investigations. The murders escalate in horror as the victims become close friends and colleagues and all three must question the very nature of their relationships.
New grudges are created as old scores are settled in a breathless race to find the truth; the ugly, deadly truth.
Third part of the Trilogy available soon.
Rennie! Jesus Christ that’s Rennie! …He’s Back! Mark Rennie: Serial killer or wronged man? Rehabilitated academic or murderous con-man? Aldous Andrews’ redemption or his nemesis? Amidst copycat killings, sensational newspaper allegations, televised confrontations and macabre messages carved into skin, DCI Marlin and Aldous Andrews must team up to investigate once again. Lives and reputations are risked in terrifying race to uncover the truth.
The second book in the Andrews/Marlin Trilogy available to buy now!
He had missed calls and he had seemingly missed Wednesday.
There have been seven murders in seven days, all of them without witnesses or clues. DCI Marlin enlists the services of Dr Aldous Andrews, a has-been celebrity and now alcoholic psychologist; hoping his previous brilliance will identify the killer.
As the two men investigate there are four further murders and the killings of two prostitutes; the latter two accompanied by sick cryptic messages. It would seem that there are two psychopaths on the loose but the two men can only focus on one.
Trying to maintain his concentration Andrews is constantly distracted by alcohol which leads to lost days or blackouts. He is also engaged in a masochistic relationship with a young blonde girl called Lara; the close bond between them blurred by his paying for her company.
As the two men search, the killer targets Andrews; playing with his fragile psyche and making him question his life. New relationships are forged and old ones tested as the world becomes four walls.
Where do you hide when death knows your name?
Heading back to Boston, and a bottle, he hid away from the world as he grieved for a loss he could barely understand and feared for a man he barely knew. Hiding in the bottle, but not in every glass, was the anger he had failed to kill and the belief that he somehow could. In his sleep lay the truth that stole his rest and demanded more alcohol. In the dark corners all things were bent out of shape, a hall of mirrors where punishments were sought for fictional transgressions whilst retribution was planned for imagined wrongs. It was crime and punishment for a twisted universe, played within and without the subconscious and served to the world with reason and a smile.
Naughty and Nice? 12 bad deeds in 12 days to save your soul; what would you do?
He’s making a list. And checking it twice; gonna find out who’s naughty and…well not nice to be honest. It’s not important really, except that I’m on the list, whatever it is. It’s the reason for the terrible pun of a title – The Satan Clause – and the reason why it’s so terrible. 12 days to commit 12 evil deeds. What would you do?