Ice Lake: A gripping crime debut that keeps you guessing until the final page
Where everybody lies. And some people kill…An electrifying debut crime novel and the first in a new series featuring psychologist Harry Cull. Perfect for fans of Stuart MacBride, Mark Billingham and Peter May.AN ABANDONED BODYDeep in the woods of north-eastern Pennsylvania, the body of a man is found – shot three times, dumped under the trees where the local kids will find him.A HAUNTED PSYCHOLOGISTPsychologist Harry Cull, tormented by his past, arrives in the picturesque town of Ice Lake to help with the murder investigation. There he unravels a web of lies and deceit that leads to the dark heart of a community torn apart by fracking, drugs and murder.A DESPERATE KILLERIt’s not long before the second corpse turns up, this time a lawyer left for dead in the forest, and Harry finds himself on the trail of a twisted killer – who will do anything to keep the town’s darkest secrets buried.
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Table of Contents
The people who live around Pocono Township have an expression, a coda they will add to the end of a declarative sentence or when they are replying to one. They will say: âAnd thatâs no lie.â For instance, residents living around Ice Lake, Pennsylvania, or just â the lake â as the locals call it, will tell you that the lake is beautiful and thatâs no lie. They will tell you that people around here are simple and pleasant and that too would be no lie. They will also say that folks around here are honest â but if that were entirely true then one has to wonder: why do they so often mention that theyâre not lying?
Maybe itâs because around Ice Lake there are just too many secrets.
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Big Bill looked around the woods with dismay. It had been a long time since he had been up here in the daytime and he was disgusted at the amount of trash lying around. This was one of his favourite places in the world but the younger generation wasnât looking after it as they should. Everywhere there were beer cans and bottles, spent shells and cartridges of all calibres. And those damn red plastic cups. He didnât mind the kids partying up here as he and his brothers used to but, in his day, at least they picked-up afterwards. âCourse they had to. If they didnât Grandad tanned their hides when he came up to target practice. Tonight, Bill thought, heâd have a word with the younger set and threaten to chain off the path until they cleaned it up. Or maybe he would sell.
He found a big empty plastic bag that originally contained ice and used it to start picking up bottles and cans. He was determined not to let the fact that this clearing looked like a rubbish dump change his mind but he had to laugh at the thought that it was worth millions now.
Doesnât matter, he thought. This is Thomson land. Grandad taught me to shoot up here, and I still remember how soft Teresa Shroderâs tit was that night when she finally let me touch it. Iâll not let those bastards ruin it whatever the price.
He was so lost in thought that he didnât hear the other car. When he saw that his appointment was walking with the double-barrel shotgun cocked and not broken like it should be he thought, the first lesson is going to be gun safety.
He didnât get to give his first lesson.
Some people are prepared to die. The long-term ill and military bomb defusers make peace with their existence long before their demise. There are those that after miraculously surviving a parachute failure speak of calmly accepting their imminent death before they hit the ground. But for most, death is unwelcome and often a surprise.
Big Bill wasnât ready to die.
When the shotgun blew out the back of his right knee he didnât even notice the pain. He was more worried about the person behind him being hurt by what he assumed was an accidental discharge. Even when he saw his assailant shoot out his other knee he was confused. He couldnât understand how the shooter could have been so careless as to have hit him twice. When he saw the spent shells hit the ground next to his face he still couldnât imagine that the sound above him was the shotgun being reloaded. Even when he felt the barrels against his skull the last thing he thought about wasnât his mortality. No, the last thing that went through his mind before the buckshot was,
