By Minette Walters
A seductive author with an mind's eye that makes her risky to know.' Sunday convey while aged Ailsa Lockyer-Fox is located useless in her backyard, dressed merely in nightclothes, the finger of suspicion issues at her filthy rich, landowning husband, Colonel James Lockyer-Fox. A Coroner's inquest provides a verdict of typical motives' however the gossip surrounding James refuses to depart. Why? simply because he is responsible? Or simply because envious girls rule the roost within the remoted Dorset village the place he lives? Shenstead has turn into a ghost village and, with purely 5 homes in everlasting career, it is a position of too few humans and too many secrets and techniques. Into this embattled group comes a bunch of recent Age visitors with goals of laying declare to a tract of disputed land, bordering the Lockyer-Fox property. Their chief, Fox Evil, is a guy of contradictions charismatic, unpredictable until eventually he demonstrates that buying a stake in Shenstead is the least of his intentions ...In this her 9th great mystery, Walters tells a riveting tale of not going alliances among strangers, whose clearer eyes and compassionate natures show evil for what it truly is.
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You watch too many damn films. You're beginning to sound like a Yank. " Wolfie picked the least alarming explanation. "There was this boy me and Cub made friends with at the last place. He lived in a house ... " It was true ... up to a point. The boy had taken them into his house until his mother found out and sent them packing. Most of the time Wolfie filched money from the tin box under his parents' bed when Fox was out, and used it to buy cinema tickets when they were near towns. He didn't know where the money came from, or why there was so much of it, but Fox never seemed to notice when it went.
He couldn't do anything right. His father would kill his mother, and the do-gooders would find his bruises. He would have prayed to God if he knew how, but God was a nebulous entity that he didn't understand. One time his mother had said, if God was a woman she'd help us. Another time: God's a policeman. If you obey the rules he's nice, if you don't he sends you to hell. The only absolute truth that Wolfie understood was that there was no escape from the misery of his life. Fox fascinated Bella Preston in a way that few other men had.
He said. She stared at him with a small frown before lowering herself into the other chair. "It's Captain Smith," she corrected mildly. " Mark couldn't help himself. " he said again. She ignored him. "You were lucky to find me at home. " She watched his mouth start to open. "Please don't say 'good lord' again," she said. " God! She was like James. " She nodded. "What do you want from me, Mr. " The question was too blunt and he faltered. " "Then you know I'm representing the Lock�" "So you keep saying," she broke in impatiently.
Fox Evil by Minette Walters