Happy Thriller Thursday! Today I am happy to share something special with you!
Title: The Last Girl to Die
Author: Helen Fields
Date of publication: 1st September 2022
The seaweed was a grotesque crown – she was a dead beauty queen belonging to the sea.
In search of a new life, sixteen-year-old Adriana Clark’s American family moves to the ancient, ocean-battered Isle of Mull, far off the coast of Scotland. Then she goes missing.Faced with hostile locals and indifferent police, her desperate parents turn to private investigator Sadie Levesque.
Sadie is the best at what she does. But when she finds Adriana’s body in a cliffside cave, a seaweed crown carefully arranged on her head, she knows she’s dealing with something she’s never encountered before.
The deeper she digs into the island’s secrets, the closer danger creeps – and the more urgent her quest to find the killer grows. Because what if Adriana is not the last girl to die?
Beautifully haunting with twists and turns you’ll never see coming, The Last Girl to Dieis your next obsession waiting to happen. Perfect for fans of Stuart MacBride and MJ Arlidge.
🎉 HAPPY PUBLICATION DAY, Helen!
That afternoon, I headed back to The Blether in search of teenagers to answer my questions about Adriana’s social life. I’d already tried to call the cell phone number to identify who Wicked was, but no one was picking up and there was no voicemail recording either. Rachel, the landlady, poured cold water on my plan immediately. Most of the usual teenagers had apparently missed school with some mysterious stomach bug – she’d sighed at that and raised her eyebrows meaningfully. It seemed that the Lochbuie stones wake had continued well into the night. ‘Is there anyone in particular you’re looking for?’ Lewis Eggo asked quietly. Rachel patted him on the shoulder and bustled off into the kitchen, leaving us alone. ‘Does anyone around here go by the name Wicked?’ I asked. ‘Or did you ever hear Adriana using it as a name?’ ‘No, sorry,’ he said. ‘You were there last night. How come you aren’t suffering an all-day hangover like the rest of them?’ ‘How come you saw me and I didn’t see you?’ he countered.
‘I didn’t want to intrude,’ I lied softly. ‘It wasn’t my place.’ Lewis was hesitant with me. I wasn’t going to rush things. ‘It wasn’t really my place either. When your dad’s head of island police, you learn not to mess up too publicly. Plus, I don’t want to lose this job. I’m saving up for university,’ he said. ‘Did you want a drink?’ I didn’t, but I ordered one anyway. He passed the glass across the bar and into my hand. ‘Do you have any idea where Adriana might have bought magic mushrooms? Or why? The impression I got was that she wasn’t silly enough to get mixed up with drugs, but the issue’s come up a couple of times now.’ ‘Most people don’t really see ’shrooms as drugs,’ he said. ‘They’re not hard to get hold of.’ ‘Did she get them in here?’ I persisted, but gently. He loaded a tray of dirty glasses into the dishwasher beneath the bar and ushered me over to an old-fashioned jukebox in the corner. We stood flicking through the song selections, our backs to the bar. ‘I already told you, I need this job. Don’t start digging around and causing trouble for Rachel. She’s kind. What her husband does . . .’ I fed a few coins into the machine and Chrissie Hynde’s velvet voice sang ‘Hymn to Her’, covering the sounds of us talking. ‘I don’t care about a local pub providing illegal entertainment to a handful of people, Lewis. I’m guessing your father already has a pretty good idea.’ The boy looked away at that. ‘I’m only interested insofar as it affected Adriana.’ I laid a hand on his arm and he stared into my eyes. Green flecked with gold. Tanned, lightly freckled skin. Tall, gentle. Not at all like his dad. ‘I think Adriana was . . . getting into some stuff. The ’shrooms are supposedly a part of that. Honestly, this is stupid. It’s just harmless fun,’ he said.
‘What stuff was she getting into?’ ‘You won’t understand.’ ‘Do you know how she died, Lewis?’ He shook his head. ‘Dad wouldn’t give me the details. He didn’t want me upset.’ I was about to break a professional confidence, so I had to be sure I could make it worthwhile. ‘Someone packed sand into her mouth. They drowned her and left her dead in a cave getting chewed up by the crabs.’ One hand crept to his mouth and the other clutched his stomach. ‘I only . . .’ he gulped air. ‘I only knew that someone had drowned her.
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