Exclusive Look Inside: Killer Cop
Nancy’s foot slipped and the noose bit into her neck. Her feet scrabbling, she cursed her stupid sandshoes and their lack of grip. She was so desperate to right herself that she ended up slipping in the other direction, heel tipping off the back of the smooth curved tops of the arched mangrove roots. Pamela…
Exclusive Look Inside: Torture Mom
Jenny lay on the heap of dirty clothes that was meant to be her bed and stared up at the blue smoke curling across the ceiling. Here in the bedroom, it wasn’t too suffocating but if she crawled out into the hallway then it was as thick as fog. The smoke wasn’t keeping her awake.…