I’m thrilled to be taking part in the blog tour for Dark Game today. Sadly time constraints meant I was unable to review this book but I have an extract for you instead. So read on and we what you think. Also don’t forget to check out the stops on the tour.
Blurb: Kelly’s gut turned over as she realised the danger she was in. She heard no sirens. She knew that she was simply collateral. To these men who made a lot of money from the suffering of others, they’d have no problem snuffing her out.
After a scandal forces D.I. Kelly Porter out of the Met, she returns to her home turf in the Lake District. Crimes in the Cumbrian constabulary tend to be of the minor sort, but Kelly begins work on a cold case that shocked the local community – the abduction and brutal murder of ten-year-old Lottie Davies.
Meanwhile, Kelly is also investigating two seemingly straightforward crimes: a case involving an illegal immigrant, and a robbery following the death of local businessman Colin Day. But evidence comes to light that reveals a web of criminal activity beyond anything Kelly imagined. Behind the veneer of sleepy, touristy towns lies a dark and dangerous underworld. As Kelly threatens to expose those with much to lose, she risks paying the ultimate price to get to the truth…
Don’t miss this taut and gripping debut from a crime writer to watch. Perfect for fans for Carol Dwyer, Patricia Gibney and Angela Marsons.
Anushka stood on the opposite side of the street from the hotel, smoking a cigarette. She wore dark glasses and had her hood pulled up, concealing her mass of red hair. She saw the two police officers in the doorway and looked away. A crowd had gathered and two men who looked like reporters were asking the cops questions. She had to get away. She didn’t want to go to Darren, but she had little choice. She didn’t trust him but she also knew that if she disappeared, he would come looking. She was puzzled. Darren had said he was cleaning up last night, so she didn’t understand what had attracted the attention of the police. If he had got rid of Mr Day’s body, there would be no reason for anyone to suspect something was amiss. She toyed with the idea that there was an entirely separate explanation for the police being there, but her gut told her otherwise.
She walked quickly back to the Troutbeck. She’d already packed her bag. Panic set in and she took the stairs two at a time. Gabriela was waiting for her.
‘Anushka, are you all right?’
‘I’m fine. I’ve quit.’
‘Did you tell Mrs Joliffe?’
‘No, I didn’t tell Mrs Joliffe, and if you know what’s good for you, you’ll tell her you haven’t seen me since breakfast.’
Gabriela stopped breathing. Anushka was a slight girl, but her eyes were mean and Gabriela had no idea what she was capable of. Whatever she was caught up in – whatever her reasons for leaving – was none of her business. She stood aside and watched as her roommate collected the large holdall from her bed.
‘Have you seen Roza?’ Anushka asked aggressively.
‘No,’ Gabriela said. The question came as a shock to her; she’d assumed the two girls were together.
‘Just say one word to Joliffe, and …’ Anushka threatened. She took a step towards Gabriela, seeming to tower over her.
Gabriela nodded, her heart pounding in her chest.
‘Tell Roza this if she comes back,’ Anushka ordered. Gabriela waited. ‘Darren.’
‘And remember, Miss Perfect. I know you’re illegal too.’
Anushka left the room and Gabriela sat heavily on her bed. She could make no sense out of anything her roommate had said, and nor did she want to. She remembered what had happened at breakfast. Maybe Anushka was pregnant. People threw up when they were pregnant, she thought. Of course, that was it. But if that was the case, why did she jump when she heard the police siren?
She needed some air, so she left the hotel and headed along the street in the direction the siren had been going. She was officially in between shifts, so she had time. A small crowd had gathered outside the Thwaite Hotel and a body bag was being loaded into a white van outside. Gabriela stared at the van, then turned and hurried back. Mrs Joliffe would want to know what had happened at breakfast, and that one of her waiting staff had disappeared. Gabriela didn’t know who she was more scared of: Mrs Joliffe or Anushka. Last night, despite being offered a new role by her employer, Gabriela still felt fearful when in her presence; the woman reminded her of the armed guard at home. On the other hand, Anushka had threatened her directly. She decided to avoid her boss until she had time to clear her head. Her pace quickened as she reached the Troutbeck. She slipped in the staff entrance to the rear, and skipped up the stairs to her room.
Biography: Rachel Lynch grew up in Cumbria and the lakes and fells are never far away from her. London pulled her away to teach History and marry an Army Officer, whom she followed around the globe for thirteen years. A change of career after children led to personal training and sports therapy, but writing was always the overwhelming force driving the future. The human capacity for compassion as well as its descent into the brutal and murky world of crime are fundamental to her work.