DCI Michael Lambert is backâ¦
When a woman is murdered, the twisted killer forcing her husband to watch her slow and painful death, DCI Michael Lambert knows that his next case might be his toughest yet.
And when a second set of killings are discovered, with exactly the same MO, the race is on to find the lethal sociopath before he strikes again.
But Lambert never expected to receive an anonymous call from the killer. This time, itâs personal: if Lambert doesnât find the murderer soon, his own loved ones will be nextâ¦
The gripping second novel in a thrilling new crime series by Matt Brolly. Perfect for fans of Tony Parsons, Lee Child and Angela Marsons.
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First published in Great Britain by HQ in 2016
Copyright © Matt Brolly 2016
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E-book Edition © June 2016 ISBN: 9781474046275
Version date: 2018-09-20
Following his law degree, where he developed an interest in criminal law, MATT BROLLY completed his Masters in Creative Writing at Glasgow University. He reads widely across all genres, and is currently working on the third in his Michael Lambert thriller series. Matt lives in London with his wife and their two young children. You can find out more about Matt at his website MattBrolly.co.uk or by following him on twitter: @MatthewBrolly
Thanks again to so many people who have helped in the writing of Dead Lucky:
The whole team at HQ Digital for their support and encouragement. Special thanks to my wonderful Editor, Charlotte Mursell, for her insight and unending support.
All the amazing bloggers and reviewers for promoting Dead Eyed. Too many to name, but sincere thanks for each and every review. So many great blogs out there!
Alexia Capsomidis for her help promoting Dead Eyed, and the many sales she secured!
Michael Brolly, for lending his first name again.
All my friends and family who were so supportive with their feedback on Dead Eyed, and their continued support.
Ann Eardley, for her exemplary proofreading skills.
My children Freya and Hamish for being there.
And as always, Alison, for her expert eye and unwavering belief.
For my Nan, Eileen Burnell
Chapter 1
He tried to stretch. His back was pushed tight against the wall, his covered head snagged between two coat hooks. Every other breath brought with it the stench of foot odour and moth bombs.
Heâd been in the flat for three hours, the last two of which had been in the wardrobe. Preparation was important. The woman was predictable, she would return after work, the husband less so. His behaviour was erratic of late. Heâd been spending more time at the bar than at work.
He stretched once more, savouring being alone, going over the plan again and again until it was so embedded in his mind that it was almost a memory.
The woman arrived on time. His pulse didnât alter as he listened to her move around the room, the strange noises she made, thinking she was alone.
Eventually she left the room. Realising heâd been holding his breath, he let it out in a rush, his lungs filling with the trapped, musty air of his hiding cell.
It was another two hours before the husband arrived. He heard the front door click open, the heavy steps as the husband walked into the living room, the muted voices as the couple exchanged pleasantries.