Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

Detective Snow has another killer to catch.

             A killer as mysterious as the crimes he commits.

Someone killed his sergeant and is now coming after Snow.

            He is hampered by the arrival of ‘Ruthless’ DI Winton,

A woman who is not who she seems to be.

Can he outwit the killer, or will the truth cost him his life?

Excerpt from CrossFire

It was almost midnight, the cold rushing wind the only sound in the empty, deserted streets.

Someone had been following the detective ever since he left the public-house. This had not been a social visit; he had been looking for information, seeking to loosen a few tongues with the help of the local brew. It had been another waste of his time, his mood as black as the night around him.

A sound behind him made him pause, and he waited for the person to come into view. When no one appeared, he knew he had been mistaken due to being more than a little drunk and frustrated.

Something hit his head as he stood at the side of the road, something hard and painful. He had been right, after all. His senses began to fail as the pain in his head intensified, his sight the first to go. As his knees buckled, he reached up, his fingers touching the alien object protruding from the side of his head.

The shock of realising what was happening accelerated his system failure, and he collapsed, his head hitting the road hard. As he lay dying, someone knelt beside him. He couldn’t see who it was, whether they were friend or foe, but he felt it didn’t matter anymore.

The last thing he felt was the icy fingers on his face…