The Photograph
by L.E. Luttrell
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GENRE: Contemporary, Mystery (Crime)
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BLURB:
In a quiet Sydney suburb, soon-to-be-married Sonny Day sets off on his bike to
catch the train to work. He never makes it to the station. After his fiancƩe
Chrys reports him missing, DI India Hargreaves launches a low-key
investigation.
Weeks later, a man’s body is found, mutilated and buried, on a nearby building site, but it’s not Sonny, and with no solid leads, both investigations stall…until a letter arrives from Sonny, claiming he’s met someone else.Chrys insists Sonny wrote it under duress. She convinces India to investigate further, beginning with the photograph that came with the letter and ending in Scotland and the discovery of more mysterious deaths. But two questions remain unanswered. Whose body was buried on the building site? And where is Sonny Day?
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EXCERPT
At the window, he stopped and peered in. The room was in darkness, and he wasn’t
able to make out much. He’d wait a minute until his eyes adjusted.
He was just about to check it again when he felt the ladder begin to move.
Looking down, he could see a man standing below him with his hands on the
ladder. The man looked like Lachlan, which he thought very strange because he
didn’t think Lachlan was able to walk. Perhaps he’d misunderstood. Greer had
said he’d been in an accident, but she didn’t say how disabled he was. Gordon
had seen the wheelchair and the stair lift being installed and made an
assumption about Lachlan not being able to walk. Maybe he could hobble around.
“Is that you, Lachlan?” he asked.
“Aye,” the man said before pulling the ladder away from the wall and knocking it
sideways.
Gordon screamed as he fell, clinging to the ladder in the hope the terrace
railings would halt the fall. The ladder hit the railings, somersaulted over
them and smashed him against the brick boundary wall before it bounced off and
dropped into the garden, flinging him aside like a rag doll.
Before he lost consciousness, Gordon managed to turn his head and look back up
to the terrace where the ladder had been leaning against the wall. He expected
to see Lachlan or someone who would come to his rescue, but there was no one
there. He hadn’t imagined him, had he?
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
L.E. Luttrell was born in Sydney, Australia and spent
the first 21 years of her life there before moving to the UK. After working in
publishing (in the UK) for a few years she went on to study and trained as a
teacher. From the 90s she spent many years working in secondary education,
although she’s also had numerous other part time jobs. A frustrated
architect/builder, L.E. Luttrell has spent much of her adult life moving house
and wielding various tools while renovating properties.
L.E. Luttrell currently lives in Merseyside England, but also spends time
travelling between Liverpool, Wales (UK) and Australia when there is not a Covid
crisis.
Facebook:
https://www.facebook.com/leluttrell
Website: http://www.lelutrell.com
Smashwords:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1112086
Amazon:
http://mybook.to/thephotograph
Barnes and Noble:
https://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/2940165066092
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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION
L.E. Luttrell will be awarding a $25 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter
during the tour.
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