Today I am sharing an extract
Synopsis
Maggie and Sam take a break from the murder and mayhem of Bishops Well and embark on a relaxing mid-winter cruise across the northern seas. The brochure promises smooth sailing, good food and dazzling entertainment. Sam is hoping to sprinkle the mix with romance.
But nothing goes to plan.
Maggie runs into an old lover, the mesmerising Benedict Rawbotham, who goes out of his way to sweep her off her feet. Sam is left seething with jealousy.
A mayday signal sent by a fishing boat forces the cruise liner off course. But there is something fishy about the rescued crew and Maggie insists that two young women have died on that boat. Alas, no one believes her.
Soon one of the alleged fishermen is also dead and so is one of the cruise passengers. Cordelia Conti Lang, nicknamed the Bitcoin Queen, with links to London’s criminal underworld, is found in her cabin, stabbed to death.
In pursuit of the killer, Maggie hurtles from one disaster to another and Sam begins to fear for her life. Has he taken her on a cruise to hell?
Extract
The rescue operation at sea
Despite being told to remain calm and below deck, a huge proportion of the passengers disobeyed the order and braved the elements to witness the rescue operation. The remaining portion were those who could watch the goings-on from their cabins on the starboard side where all the action was taking place. Everyone else put on hats and gloves, fetched their cameras, and hurried on deck. The wind was slapping them about their faces, the freezing rain lashing and soaking them to the bone, but curiosity was stronger than the adverse weather conditions.
Powerful search-lights were pointed at the small vessel wobbling haplessly on furious tides. The rescue craft from the cruise liner had reached the boat and four people had boarded it.
‘Do you think they’ll find them alive?’ Maggie asked Sam.
‘My guess is as good as yours. Though, on second thoughts, yours is possibly better.’
‘Oh, is it?’
‘Well, if you can’t see any ghosts hovering over that boat, then maybe they’re still alive.’
‘Of course I can’t see any ghosts, Samuel – it’s way too far!’ She pursed her lips, offended. ‘I never know with you – if you’re serious or taking the mickey.’
Sam put his arm around her. ‘If I take the mickey, it is done with affection.’
People gasped and camera-phones started rolling when the first person emerged from the vessel, wrapped in a silver thermal blanket. He – or she – was led to the rescue craft, stumbling and leaning heavily on the crew member who had his arm hooked under their elbow. There were more gasps, more selfies, and a few exclamations, when another person – hopefully alive, but potentially dead – was carried out on a stretcher.
Once the person was safely transferred onto the craft, it shot through the waves towards the ship. Mr Hatton was overseeing the operation from the deck. As soon as the craft aligned with the pulleys, the person in the thermal blanket was lifted up onboard the ship. He – for it was a man – was instantly intercepted by a medic and led away. The harness was lowered to receive the person on the stretcher. Attaching the stretcher took no longer than two minutes, and it was up in the air, heading for the safety of the liner. Again, members of the medical team were on hand to swiftly carry the injured person away to the medical bay.
Meantime, the rescue craft was heading back towards the fishing vessel. Pixeled with the incessant icy rain, the search lights were crossing in front of the boat to guide it along the way.
‘They found two more people!’ Vincent Hatton shouted to the crowd by way of an explanation.
Indeed, two more stretchers were taken inside the boat and within ten minutes, they were returned to the rescue craft, laden with human cargo. The craft carried them to the cruise liner, and just like the other two, they were winched up onboard.
‘They’re dead,’ Maggie told Sam.
‘Both of them?’
‘I think so. I can see two young women – their spirits, I mean. They’re very unsettled, thrusting their arms in the air. They may be screaming – their mouths are wide open. No wonder – it’s all new to them. Sudden death tends to throw people off balance.’
The spectacle was over. The search lights were turned off and the sea glared back at the onlookers, violent and black, like the gaping mouth of a leviathan threatening to swallow them. The storm wasn’t relenting. The passengers were ordered inside.





























