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Lynda Plante: Blind Fury

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Lynda Plante Blind Fury
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Close to a motorway service station, the body of a young woman is discovered. She appears to have no family, no friends, no one to identify her. DI Anna Travis is brought onto the team of investigators by DCS James Langton, who already suspects that this recent case could be linked to two unsolved murders. As more evidence is discovered the team realize that they are contending with a triple murder investigation — and no suspect. Anna’s blood runs cold when she receives a letter from a murderer she helped to arrest. He makes contact from prison insisting that he can track down their killer, but he will only talk to Anna. Does he really have insight into the other killer’s mind, or is he merely intent on getting into hers?

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Lynda La Plante

Blind Fury

For the Brothers — Robert, Lol, and John

Acknowledgments

My gratitude to all those who gave their valuable time to help me with research on Blind Fury.

Special thanks go to all my team at La Plante Productions: Liz Thorburn, Richard Dobbs-Grove, Noel Farragher, Sara Johnson, Hannah Gatward, and especially Cass Sutherland and Nicole Muldowney for their committed and valuable advice and support while working on this book. Many thanks also to Stephen Ross and Andrew Bennet-Smith.

To the constant encouragement from my literary agent, Gill Coleridge, and all at Rogers, Coleridge & White. To Susan Opie and my publishers, Simon & Schuster, especially Ian Chapman and Suzanne Baboneau. I am very happy to be working with such a terrific team.

To my fantastic editor at Simon & Schuster US, Trish Todd and her wonderful team: Allegra Ben-Amotz, Stacy Lasner, and Stacy Creamer. My thanks for all your support.

Prologue

Eva walked between the few parked cars at the London Gateway service station off the M1 motorway. Although the car park was not badly lit, she was nervous in such an alien, silent place. In total contrast were the blazing lights from all the various cafés, paper shops, and games machines. Yet at this hour of the night everywhere was empty, and no matter how well lit it was, she felt uneasy being alone as she passed through.

The ladies’ toilets were white, vast, and cold, and the strip lighting gave the empty cubicles sinister shadows. There was an orange cone with a sign warning customers of the wet floors, but she didn’t see anyone cleaning.

Eva waited patiently for the solitary man serving at the coffee bar to acknowledge her. When he eventually glanced toward her, she asked for a hot chocolate. He stared at her as he used the hot-milk machine, and the only words he spoke were to inquire whether or not she wanted chocolate sprinkled on top of the froth.

Eva carried her drink to a table close to a window overlooking the car park. She was the only customer. Her boyfriend, Marcus, had instructed her to wait for him there, saying he would join her as soon as the AA came and the car was fixed.

Eva and Marcus were on their way to Manchester to meet his parents after announcing their engagement. He had borrowed a friend’s car to use for the journey. It had started to backfire as soon as they drove onto the M1, and by the time they turned in to the service station, it was obvious that something was very wrong. It was one o’clock in the morning and freezing cold, so Marcus had insisted that Eva go inside and keep warm. The only reason the couple were traveling so late was that they both worked in a restaurant and had to wait until it closed for the night before they could start off.

Taking out her mobile phone, Eva placed it on the Formica-topped table by her hot chocolate. From the window she watched a car draw up with a family inside — a couple with two small children, one crying and one asleep. She saw the woman carry the sleeping child toward the ladies’ toilets as the man carried the by now screaming child into the café. He ordered from the same truculent attendant. Eva watched him put the child down as he selected cakes and drinks, packets of crisps, and Coca-Cola. The family sat at a table at the far side of the café, away from the window.

Eva sipped her hot chocolate, taking another look at her watch. She fingered her mobile, wondering if she should call Marcus to see if the AA had turned up yet, but then decided against it.

Staring from the window, she noticed a woman walking across the car park smoking a cigarette; as she came closer, she tossed the butt aside. Eva did not see if she had come from a car, but watched her enter the station and head toward the toilets. It was quite a while before the same woman walked out. She had done something to her hair, and even though it was very cold outside, she carried her coat. She was wearing a tight-fitting T-shirt, a miniskirt, and high-heeled shoes. Eva watched her zigzag across the car park, then stop and light another cigarette before disappearing toward the petrol station.

She must be freezing, the girl thought.

Now, looking over at the family, she watched as they opened up the crisps and whispered to each other as one child still remained sleeping, cradled in the woman’s arms. It was almost one-fifteen, and there was still no sign of Marcus. Opening her bag, Eva began checking through the pockets for something to do. She took out a glossy lipliner and traced her lips. She checked receipts and the contents of her purse, then glanced down at the small overnight bag she’d placed beside her.

Just then Eva’s attention was caught by a man entering the café. She turned immediately, hoping it would be Marcus, but it wasn’t. She heard him order a sandwich and a cup of tea. Tall and well built, he was wearing some kind of donkey jacket and dark trousers. She quickly looked away as he surveyed the café dining area, and she was still gazing out of the window when she heard the chair scrape at the table directly beside hers.

She could hear him unwrapping the cellophane from his sandwiches, and then she jumped as he said, “Cold, isn’t it?”

She half turned toward him and gave a small nod.

“You driving?” he asked.

She didn’t want to be drawn into conversation and just nodded again.

“Where you going to?”

She kept her eyes on her empty hot-chocolate beaker. “Manchester,” she said quietly.

“Manchester,” he repeated.

Eva picked up her phone and turned completely away from him, hoping he would leave her alone.

“You from there?”

“No.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to intrude — was just wondering what a pretty girl like you is doing here all on her own at this time of night.”

She made no reply, thinking that if she did, it would simply draw him into making more conversation, but her lack of response didn’t stop him.

“If you need a lift, I’m going to Manchester. I drove down to London this morning.”

Still she made no reply. Then she heard the scrape of his chair again and hoped he was leaving. She physically jumped when he leaned on her table.

“I’m going to have another cup of tea,” he said. “Can I get you something? What were you drinking — coffee?”

“No, thank you.”

She didn’t turn to watch him head back to the counter, just continued to stare out of the window, willing Marcus to appear. She heard the stranger laughing and asking how long the muffins had been on display. She didn’t, however, hear him heading back to the table and was startled when he placed a hot chocolate beside her.

“He said this is what you ordered. I’ve got sugar if you need it.”

“No, thank you, I don’t want—”

Before she could finish, he drew out a chair to sit opposite her, putting down a tray containing two muffins and his tea.

“Have one of these. He said they were fresh — I doubt it, though. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if they were the same muffins I saw laid out when I was last here.” He chortled.

“I don’t want another hot chocolate or a muffin, thank you.”

She bent down as if to pick up her overnight bag and could see his thick rubber-soled shoes, the reason she hadn’t heard him approach the table.

“Don’t make me eat both of them — go on.”

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