When Bronwyn awoke the next morning, the sun was rising. There was this warm golden morning light coming through the half-darkened curtains. She looked around, unsure for a moment where she was. Then she remembered. Ciara was sitting in an armchair near the window, a silk robe wrapped loosely around her, it felt as if she was looking at Bronwyn. "Good morning, are you watching me sleep?" "Listening to you wake up." She sm...

The call had come that morning, and it wasn't from the hotel. It was from the Met's Deputy Commissioner personally. He had called her boss directly, and by the time they arrived, a hand-picked team was already working the room. Sergeant Evans knew he was watching her, trying to read her expression as she took in the scene, wondering what she would make of it all. Forensics were already working in the room and the stretche...

Sometimes a body would be found in a hotel room, but usually those hotels were in a shadier part of town. And when female bodies were found in such circumstances, they didn't look like someone's mother-in-law. The call had come in that morning, and it hadn't been from the hotel, it had been from the Assistant Commissioner of the Met, personally. They had called him directly, and by the time he had arrived, a hand-picked t...