Book Description

DI Nick Blake could not see beyond the cold hard facts that Danny Adams had been nothing more than a thug. He deserved what was coming to him even if it meant paying with his life. Whatever kept Alex Hemlock awake that night resulted in him committing a violent act to protect his home and family. His instincts had been wrong, costing him his life. Secrets are going to rear their ugly heads in the events about to take place and the only person who can stop them is dead. Prologue: Leave me alone for god sake! Hillary bellowed at the top of her voice pushing her daughter away from her. She hated it when Jess fussed around her. She was drunk from the cheap bottle of vodka she had bought earlier that day. Jess s eyes caught sight of the used needle lying next to the small bag containing the remainder of a brown powder. She sighed deeply with frustration. Where did you get the money for that? Jess s eyes narrowed. It was a stupid question to ask as Hillary always had ways and means of getting money, even when they were skint. They were already three weeks behind on the rent and her mother had somehow still got her daily fix. You mind your own business young lady, said Hillary. Her voice sounded hard as she fixed her stare at her daughter. Mum, you didn t spend the rent money again? she asked fearfully. Jess had worked double shifts at the café where she had an after-school job. She knew that if the rent arrears were not paid they would be out on the streets and stood with her hands on her hips glaring at her mother. I screwed some bloke earlier, is that what you wanted to hear? Hillary took a cigarette out of the packet and lit it. Jess felt like screaming at the top of her voice but what good would it do? Her mother never listened to anyone least of all her. You are so selfish sometimes, Jess shouted at her. It was common knowledge that Hillary Golding was a drug addict and a drunk not to mention she had been on the game for years. Business however had been slow just recently. No-one wanted to do business with Hillary who now looked haggard and much older than her years; the drink and drugs had seen to that. Hillary could not get through the day without copious amounts of drink, or indeed her daily dose of whatever drug as she nicknamed it. Why can t you be a normal mum? Jess was now fighting back the tears. She was so furious with her mother but there was no point in wasting her breath when her mum was in this state. You mean bleached blonde hair, bright orange tan and more cosmetic surgery than I ve had hot dinners? she laughed so hard it hurt her throat. No I meant helping with my homework and stuffing our faces with popcorn like we used to. Her expression became serious. God damn it girl, what s the point in wasting your time getting educated? They don t teach you about the real world in school and the realities of life as it really is. Because I don t want to end up like you, a drug addict, who can t even provide for her own daughter, replied Jess. Hillary shot up from the sofa only to fall back again. Watch your mouth girl, you are not too old to go over my knee for a good hiding. She poured herself another drink and gulped it down as if it was water. It burned her throat; she didn t really enjoy the fowl tasting liquid. Although Hillary had her quota for the day, she was not willing to give in to the drink just yet. For god sake mum, look at you, you re a mess. You can t even stand up, shouted Jess and pointing her long, slim fingers at her mother. Hillary dropped her head in between her cupped hands sobbing loudly. I hate you sometimes Jess, she cried making the words stutter from her mouth.