No one can protect you from your past…

When a young woman is found strangled in her own bedroom, DS Imogen Grey and DS Adrian Miles are plunged into an investigation to find a twisted serial killer who likes to date his victims before he kills them.

Determined to stop the horrific deaths, Imogen is forced to act as bait – but will she get caught in her own trap? As the search for the killer ramps up, attention falls on the strange new boy in town. Why does he watch his neighbours through the windows? And could the truth be closer to home than any of them realise?

Thanks to avon for having me on the blog tour! Katrina is a phenomenal writer and today I’m sharing a extract for her new thriller .
Do check out the other blogs taking part.

DS Imogen Grey and DS Adrian Miles pulled up outside
the pale green house on Colleton Hill just outside Exeter
city centre. Standing in front of them was a row of
picturesque terraced cottages facing a thicket of overgrown
bushes and brambles, some evergreen and some
not so much. From the ground floor Imogen imagined
you could pretend you were right in the countryside in
the summer. The street was almost hidden from the big
red-brick blocks on the other side of the greenery.
‘Ready to go?’ she asked Adrian, who was wearing
his ever-present glazed look. The look of someone who
was trying to adjust to life without someone else.
Someone trying to pretend they weren’t grieving. He
obviously hadn’t been sleeping; he was probably
drinking too much again. She couldn’t ask him if he
was all right because that wasn’t how this partnership
worked. He would talk to her if he needed to, she was
confident of that.
‘Yep, let’s go.’ He turned the engine off. They got out
of the car and looked at the front door, which was being
guarded by a uniformed police officer, PC Griffin. He
nodded at them both.
‘What’s the story here then?’ Imogen asked the officer.
‘Young woman, Erica Lawson, didn’t turn up for
work yesterday or today. When the boss finally got in
touch with her ICE contact, her sister, she came to the
house and let herself in. Found Erica upstairs on the bed,
called the police immediately.’
‘Did she touch anything in the house?’ Imogen asked.
‘A couple of things, said she let the cat in before she
went upstairs and when she saw the body she threw up
in the toilet . . . so she flushed it.’
‘For fuck’s sake.’ Imogen rolled her eyes.
‘Then she washed her hands and face in the bathroom
sink. They’ve taken her to the hospital to get checked
out. She’s pretty shaken.’ PC Griffin screwed up his face
as he spoke.
‘Jesus.’ Imogen sighed before pulling her gloves
out of her pocket and entering the house, Adrian
behind her.

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