Thank you for stopping by, I have a great extract to share with you today as part of the blog tour for Liar Liar by Sarah Flint.
First of all though let's take a look at the description for the book...
From the bestselling author of Mummy’s Favourite and The
Trophy Taker.
DC 'Charlie' Stafford returns with a superb new,
brutally gripping serial killer thriller, where the hunter becomes the hunted.
Perfect for the fans of Angela Marsons.
A faithful dog lies wounded beside the mutilated
body of its owner.
A woman is discovered bound and gagged, dead in her
own bed.
Both are police officers.
Both have a red rose at their side... worryingly
more will follow...
Lies and accusations abound but who is behind the
murders and why are the victims being targeted?
Charlie, Hunter and the team must find the killer
targeting their own before another body is found.
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He pulled a scarf from his bag and tiptoed across the
hallway to her bedroom. Her door was open. He could see her shape under the
sheet, curled into a crescent, her back towards him, an arm hanging lazily
above her head, her hair cascading in ringlets around her shoulders. A thin
raft of light from the moon filtered in through a gap in the curtains, directly
against the pillow on which her head was resting. Its beam lit up her face; her
button nose casting a shadow across her cheek and the upper edges of her mouth.
Her lips were thin, parted slightly in sleep, her breath louder, more constant
now as he approached. Her eyes remained tightly shut, twitching slightly as she
dreamed, unaware of his presence.
A few more steps and he was on top of her, his gloved
hand across her mouth to stifle any scream. He rolled her on to her back, his
weight pushing her further into the mattress. She couldn’t move. Only her eyes
darted around now, wild and wide, trying to make sense of what was happening.
Roughly he tied the scarf around her mouth and pulled her flailing arms up in
front of her, securing her wrists in metal restraints. Her hands balled into
fists, but they were impotent within the handcuffs. Her voice came out in
staccato gasps, any words muffled within the material of the scarf. She tried
to buck, but he was too heavy for her. He pulled the sheet off her, strapping
her legs tightly to each other before binding her whole body to the bed, each
limb held in place by electrical cable.
She lay trussed and immobile, her thin cotton pyjamas
tight against the curves of her body, the scarf exchanged for paper wadding,
held in place by duct tape wound round and round her head. The job was nearly
done. He bent down over her, his face close, squinting through the eyeholes of
the balaclava that he wore, his eyes exploring her body. Her physique was good
for her age; she had obviously spent time working out in the gym, but she held
no sexual attraction to him. She was staring directly at his face, trying, no
doubt, to focus on his features. His mouth curled into a sneer. It wasn’t in
his instructions, but it would be an amusing addition. He lifted the balaclava
up and grinned down at her desperate attempts at concentration, before pulling it
back into position. She would not live to give a description, but he liked to
think she’d try.
What he did, needed to be done. He felt no guilt. He
hated her and her kind. How he wished he could kill her now, to revel in how
she dealt with the sort of intimidation, humiliation and agony that he himself
had suffered.
But he had his orders.
And, before the clock in
the lounge clicked on to 03.59 he’d slipped silently out of the front door,
having followed every single one of them.
With a
Metropolitan Police career spanning 35 years Sarah has spent her adulthood
surrounded by victims, criminals and police officers. She continues to work and
lives in London with her partner and has three older daughters.
Author Links
Facebook: @SarahFlintBooks
Twitter: @SarahFlint19
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