A BODY ON THE FLATS

<p><strong><em>Lies breed lies</em></strong><em> . . .</em></p><p><br></p><p>Detective Inspector Edison Kane should know. He has a head full of thoughts he can't confess. Dark thoughts - of his wife's killer. He tells his partner DC Bailey Granger that he's got it together. That he's fit to return to work. He'd almost believe it himself . . .</p><p><br></p><p>Until a body washes up on the godforsaken mudflats near Leigh-on-Sea. One look at the dead man's face and Kane feels himself start to unravel.</p><p><br></p><p>Where the eyes should be there are only empty sockets.</p><p><br></p><p>Kane's mobile pings with an anonymous message. <em>Murder was so much easier than I thought. See no evil . . .</em></p><p><br></p><p>Everyone knows how that saying goes . . .</p><p><br></p><p>It's up to Kane to stop the twisted killer before they write their perfect ending. But he couldn't protect his wife - and can't get justice for her now she's dead and gone. Why should this case be any different?</p>