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Well, I feel a little dismayed that this is the last in the initial trilogy of Malcolm’s brilliant books!

I have the whole set ready to read next week; I’m totally planning on binging on them all in one sitting! I can’t wait!

In the meantime, it gives me great pleasure to bring you an extract of Flesh Evidence . . .

Prologue

7th August 1976 

              The heat of the long summer showed no sign of abating. The south-facing windows of the hospital trapped more and more of the day’s incessant heat; the waiting room seemed to grow increasingly claustrophobic as the air grew thick, warm and sticky, emphasising the indelible hospital aroma. Pamphlets full of advice for young parents hung as listlessly as the air from discoloured, cork-lined walls, each held at one corner by a solitary drawing pin of varying colour. Ian Dixon let his eyes follow them round the room. He counted the different coloured pins to alleviate his anxiety. It was then he heard his name disturb the silence. Butterflies shot through his stomach.

              “You have a son, Mr Dixon. Congratulations!”

              His heart raced as he moved towards the delivery room. There, cradled in Jose’s arms, was his first born, a son, Samuel.

 Chapter One

Early August 2015 

              The keen edge of the blade ran diagonally across the white, stretched flesh, squeezing various sized, pomegranate-coloured beads of blood sitting precariously on the white skin’s surface. Some gorged and swelled more than others before bursting and running round the curvature of the arm. Other lines, now healing, criss-crossed near them. The muffled sound from taped lips and the twitching torso danced involuntarily to the music playing in the background, adding a certain frisson to the macabre pantomime.

              It was always their eyes, no matter how young or how old, their eyes told the true story, like crystal balls projecting deeply within those dark pools, their torment and their fear. Those same crying eyes followed the tormentor as the tip of a tongue traced the sliced flesh, removing the remaining blood-filled beads one by one. The lips then moved away before coming together, savouring the metallic, sharp, bloody taste; for one person in the room, it was a perfect end to the day.

              “You’re not sweet enough yet my young friend. Maybe it will take another week, maybe a fortnight but we’re in no rush are we? And the only thing you get from rushing is chance children!”

A smile moved across the blood-marked lips. “That’s my father’s advice you know and yes, I did have parents although I’m sure you might think only a bastard could keep you locked away from the world.”

              Tears continued to fill the eyes that were now pleading and so alive as the throb of the youth’s pulse bounced along his sliced arm.

              “You know I can’t release you, not yet anyway, you’re not ready.”

              A gloved hand removed a rolling tear from the youth’s cheek. The blood-tinged tongue licked it from the blue latex before switching off the music.

              “Time for you to rest and calm down.”

              The light went off and the world was black and silent again.

AARRRRGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!! If doesn’t creep out then are you even real?!?!?!

I simply cannot wait to get started on these!!!!

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Here’s the blurb . . .

In Harrogate things are about to get weird.

Jars of honey containing pieces of tattooed flesh are the first clue in the search for the whereabouts of a missing fourteen-year-old boy. Then another boy goes missing and further jars of honey are discovered.

Serial kidnappings taking place in Harrogate and the culprit is unlike any other Bennett has dealt with before.

A number of leads seem to be going nowhere and the police are running out of time.

Can Bennett and his team catch a psychopath before any more damage is done?

This will be his toughest case yet.

I am seriously reconsidering my decision to go to the Theakston Crime Festival in Harrogate now!!!

You can get your copy right now over at Amazon UK

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