The teenage girl was the first victim.
Her throat cut to the bone, she didn’t stand a chance. Her mother, at least, had time to fight back. Briefly.
Called to the crime scene in leafy Wimbledon, Maeve Kerrigan’s first thought is that this is a domestic dispute gone bad. But the husband is found lying bleeding and unconscious in an upstairs room. As a criminal barrister he insists he’s the third victim rather than their prime suspect, even if he’s a man who makes enemies easily.
The only other surviving family member is fifteen-year-old Lydia. She was the one to find her mother and twin sister’s bodies – and the only witness Maeve has. But she isn’t talking...