a[Hayder] has in no way lost her ability to shock, thrill, entertain and occasionally torture us with her use of words. . . . A chiller to the very end. Hayder deals with Britain at its grittiest.a aPeter Millar, The Times (London) Mo Hayder is a world-class author of gritty, gripping page-turners, winner of the Dagger in the Library from the Crime Writersa Association for outstanding body of work. With her latest novel, she ratchets up the terror to fever pitch. Fast-paced and addictive, Hanging Hill centers around a pair of estranged sistersaone a cop, one a coddled wife fallen on hard timesaand the gruesome homicide of a teenage beauty, which exposes the nightmares that lurk at the edges of our safe domestic lives. One morning in picture-perfect Bath, England, a teenage girlas body is found on the towpath of a canal. Lorne Woodabeautiful, popular, and apparently the victim of a disturbingly brutal murder. Why was she on the towpath alone late at night? Zoe BenedictaHarley-riding police detective, independent to a faultais convinced the department head needs to look beyond the usual domestic motives to solve the case, but no one wants to hear it, especially from the departmentas black sheep. Meanwhile, Zoeas sister, Sallyarecently divorced and in dire financial straits, supporting a daughter who was friends with the dead girlahas begun working as a housekeeper for a rich entrepreneur who seems less eccentric and more repugnant, and possibly dangerous. And why are his sinister associates showing up at her daughteras school? When Zoeas investigation turns up evidence that Lorneas attempts to break into modeling had delivered her into the world of webcam girls and amateur porn, a crippling secret from Zoeas past seems determined to emerge. All roads seem to be leading to one conclusion: thereas something very wrong at the house on Hanging Hill. But will Zoe and Sally put their differences aside and fit all the pieces together before itas too late? Hanging Hill is a masterful, terrifying book that will have readers sleeping with the lights on.The Farrow and Ball paint fad had arrived here, and all the doors and windows seemed to be painted in muted greys and greens; bay trees in faux-lead pots lined ... But the moment he opened the front door, she saw the mood was all wrong.
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