Last Request
‘Absolutely fantastic, had me gripped!!! Loved it!’ 5 stars, NetGalley reviewer When human remains are discovered under Bradford’s derelict Odeon car park, DS Nikita Parekh and her team are immediately called to the scene. Distracted by keeping her young nephew out of trouble, Nikki is relieved when the investigation is transferred to the Cold Case Unit, and she can finally focus on her family. But after the identity of the victim is revealed, she’s soon drawn back into the case. The dead man is a direct link to her painful past. As the body count begins to rise, Nikki must do everything she can to stop the killer in their tracks before anyone else gets hurt – even if it means digging up secrets she had long kept hidden… For readers of Angela Marsons and LJ Ross comes a gritty new crime series featuring bold, brave and ferocious D. S. Nikki Parekh. Readers LOVE Last Request: ‘I devoured this over two nights, literally not being able to put it down. ’ 5 stars, NetGalley reviewer ‘Amazing… A story so twisted it makes your head spin in a good way. ’ 5 stars, NetGalley reviewer ‘An excellent crime thriller… Entertaining and exciting and a particularly satisfying finale… Engrossing. ’ 5 stars, NetGalley reviewer ‘Gripping from beginning to end, and I enjoyed each and every moment of it!’ 5 stars, NetGalley reviewer ‘From the first page to the last it kept you gripped. ’ 5 stars, NetGalley reviewer ‘Great read!’ 5 stars, NetGalley reviewer ‘A cracking good read. ’ 5 stars, NetGalley reviewer
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Born in Scotland, made in Bradford sums up LIZ MISTRY’s life. Over thirty years ago she moved from a small village in West Lothian to Yorkshire to get her teaching degree. Once here, Liz fell in love with three things; curries, the rich cultural diversity of the city … and her Indian husband (not necessarily in this order). Now thirty years, three children, two cats (Winky and Scumpy) and a huge extended family later, Liz uses her experiences of living and working in the inner city to flavour her writing. Her gritty crime fiction police procedural novels set in Bradford embrace the city she describes as ‘Warm, Rich and Fearless’, whilst exploring the darkness that lurks beneath.
Having struggled with severe clinical depression and anxiety for many years, Liz often includes mental health themes in her writing. She credits the MA in Creative Writing she took at Leeds Trinity University with helping her find a way of using her writing to navigate her ongoing mental health struggles. Being a debut novelist in her fifties was something Liz had only dreamed of and she counts herself lucky, whilst pinching herself regularly to make sure it’s all real.
You can contact liz via her website https://www.lizmistry.com/
‘I devoured this over two nights, literally not being able to put it down’
‘Amazing … A story so twisted it makes your head spin in a good way’
‘An excellent crime thriller … Entertaining and exciting and a particularly satisfying finale … Engrossing’
‘Gripping from beginning to end, and I enjoyed each and every moment of it!’
‘From the first page to the last it kept you gripped’
‘Great read!’
‘A cracking good read’
Last Request
LIZ MISTRY
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First published in Great Britain by HQ in 2019
Copyright © Liz Mistry 2019
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E-book Edition © October 2019 ISBN: 9780008358341
Version: 2019-09-13
Table of Contents
About the Author
Readers Love Last Request
Prologue: 1983
Monday 15>th October 2018
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Tuesday 23>rd October
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Wednesday 24>th October
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Thursday 25>th October
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Friday 26>th October
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
Chapter 73
Chapter 74
Epilogue: Three Weeks Later
Acknowledgements
About the Publisher
To my family, for all that you do and all that you are.
Her hand, scaly and trembling, reaches out. The flash of shocking-pink nail varnish that I’d applied with painstaking care whilst she’d been sleeping is incongruous against her yellowy skin. The stench of death hangs heavy around her, as if she’s rotting from the inside out. I take her hand, careful not to grip too tightly. Every worm-like sinew, every frail tendon, every arid vein a braille pattern against my palm. Still, she flinches, the pain flashing in her milky eyes. A sheen of sweat dapples her forehead. Her nightdress is soaked with perspiration that mingles with fetid pus and piss, creating a cacophony of odours that make me want to retch. Her pink scalp shines through matted hair. Her cheekbones, jutting against paper-thin skin, bear raw scabs.
