About the book:
Author: Stephen Leather
Publisher: Hodder Paperbacks
Publish date: (28 April 2011)
Pages: 505 eBook pages can be different
Genres: Literature & Fiction,Adventure, Mystery,
It wasn’t the first dead body that he’d ever seen, and Jack Nightingale was fairly sure it wouldn’t be the
last. The woman looked as if she was in her late thirties but Nightingale knew she was only thirty-one.
She had curly brown hair, neatly plucked eyebrows and pale pink lipstick, and her neck was at a funny
angle, which suggested that the washing line around her neck had done more than just strangle her when
she’d dropped down the stairwell. She was wearing a purple dress with a black leather belt. One of her
shoes had fallen off and was lying at the bottom of the stairs, the other dangled precariously from her left
foot. A stream of urine had trickled down her legs and pooled on the stair carpet, turning the rust-coloured
pile a dark brown. Death was always accompanied by the evacuation of bowels, Nightingale knew. It was
one of the unwritten rules. You died and your bowels opened as surely as night followed day.
He stood looking up at the woman. Her name was Constance Miller and it was the first time he had
ever laid eyes on her. From the look of it she’d stood at the top of the stairs, looped a piece of washing
line around her neck and tied the other end around the banister, then dropped over, probably head first.
The momentum had almost certainly broken her neck and she probably hadn’t felt much pain, but even so
it couldn’t have been a pleasant way to go.