What secrets from the past was he about to uncover?
When a woman’s skeleton is discovered in a shallow grave DCI Andy Gilchrist is tasked with finding her murderer. But a psychic’s warnings and markings on a rusted cigarette lighter found among the rotted remains set Gilchrist off on a trail that will take him back 35 years back to his past and on course to find his brother’s killer in a fatal hit and run accident.
When dental records from an extracted tooth force Gilchrist to confront the unthinkable – that his brother was her killer – he keeps his fears to himself, only to be suspended on suspicion of destroying evidence.
But Gilchrist battles on in his quest for answers. Who was the woman? Why was she murdered? And was the fatal hit and run really an accident?
Praise for T. F. Muir,
‘Everything I look for in a crime novel’ Louise Welsh.
Rebus did it for Edinburgh.Laidlaw did it for Glasgow.Gilchrist might just be the bloke to put St Andrews on the crime fiction map.’ Daily Record.
‘A bright new recruit to the swelling army of Scots crime writers’ Quintin Jardine.
When a woman’s skeleton is discovered in a shallow grave DCI Andy Gilchrist is tasked with finding her murderer. But a psychic’s warnings and markings on a rusted cigarette lighter found among the rotted remains set Gilchrist off on a trail that will take him back 35 years back to his past and on course to find his brother’s killer in a fatal hit and run accident.
When dental records from an extracted tooth force Gilchrist to confront the unthinkable – that his brother was her killer – he keeps his fears to himself, only to be suspended on suspicion of destroying evidence.
But Gilchrist battles on in his quest for answers. Who was the woman? Why was she murdered? And was the fatal hit and run really an accident?
Praise for T. F. Muir,
‘Everything I look for in a crime novel’ Louise Welsh.
Rebus did it for Edinburgh.Laidlaw did it for Glasgow.Gilchrist might just be the bloke to put St Andrews on the crime fiction map.’ Daily Record.
‘A bright new recruit to the swelling army of Scots crime writers’ Quintin Jardine.