An abandoned church in a village set in time—the ideal setting for murder. Detective Inspector Tremayne and his sergeant, Clare Yarwood, are hard pushed to solve the crime and to stay alive.'Do you believe in spontaneous human combustion?' Detective Inspector Keith Tremayne asked.'Not me. I've read about it. Who hasn't?' Sergeant Clare Yarwood answered.'I haven't,' Tremayne replied which did not surprise his young sergeant. In the months they had be...

A Bronze-Age burial mound close to Stonehenge, an archaeological excavation. What they were looking for was an ancient body, historical artifacts. When they found a modern-day body, it was then that the police became interested.It's another case for Detective Inspector Tremayne and Sergeant Yarwood. The more recent of the two bodies, the brother of the mayor of Salisbury.The person responsible keeps leading back to the brother, the upright and serious-minde...

Dead men don't commit murders. Or do they?A flawed heist of forty gold bars from a security van late at night. One of the perpetrators is killed by his brother as they argue over what they have stolen.Eighteen years later, the murderer, released after serving his sentence for his brother's murder, waits in a church for a man purporting to be the brother he killed.The threads stretch back a long way, and now more people are dying in the search for th...

No one confessed to having murdered the woman, but when the body count starts to rise, secrets start to be revealed.Nobody liked Gloria Wiggins, a woman who regarded anyone who did not acquiesce to her jaundiced view of the world with disdain. James Baxter, the previous vicar, had been one of those, and her scurrilous outburst in the church one Sunday had hastened his death.And now, years later, the woman was dead, hanging from a beam in her garage. Detecti...

A mass shooting. An amoral Romanian gangster. A Russian oligarch who claims to be an honest businessman, but isn't.No one knows who was the target or why, but there are eight dead. The men seem the most likely, or could have it been one of the two women, the attractive Gillian Dickenson, or even the celebrity-obsessed Sal Maynard?There's a gang war brewing, and if there are deaths, they don't care as long as it's not one of them. But to Detective Chief Insp...

A day at the races for Detective Inspector Tremayne, idyllic at the outset, soon changes. A horse is dead, and then the owner's daughter is found murdered, and Tremayne's there when the body is discovered.The question is, was Tremayne set up, in the wrong place at the right time? He's the cast-iron alibi for one of the suspects, and he knows that one murder leads to two, and more often than not, to three.The dead woman had a checkered history, not as much a...

A murdered recluse. A property empire. A disinherited family. All the ingredients for murder.No one gave much credence to the man when he was alive. In fact, most people never knew who he was, although those who had lived in the area for many years recognized the tired-looking and shabbily dressed man as he shuffled along, regular as clockwork on Thursdays at seven in the evening to the local off-license.It was always the same: a bottle of whisky, premium b...

A Genetically-Engineered Virus. The Ultimate Biological weapon. A World under Threat!Prophetic in its scope, frightening in its reality, fiction based on fact, this is not a book for the faint-hearted.A virus that will not stop until between seventy and eighty per cent of the world's population is dead. A virus that does not know or care as to a person's religion nor his politics or his or her ethnicity. A pandemic on a hitherto unforeseen scale.

Organized Crime. Drug Smuggling. Islamic Fundamentalism. A powerful mix for a complex, sometimes dark novel!Malika waits for someone to pay her price - a few scraps of heroin.The smugglers' village, close to the Afghan border, is cold and unwelcoming - its only entertainment, the women who will put on a show and give themselves to anyone willing to pay.A Russian gangster on the run from the KGB finds himself there against his will, but where else ca...

Sixty-eight million pounds and DEAD!Someone had once told Detective Inspector Keith Tremayne that some people were lucky and some weren't. Tremayne knew only one thing: the man lying dead in a pool of blood had qualified on the lucky after winning sixty-eight million pounds on a lottery ticket, but now his luck had run out.Tremayne knew the victim, Alan Winters; even knew his family. The man with all his new wealth had not hidden behind closed doors, fendin...

Jacob Montfield, regarded by the majority as a homeless eccentric, a nuisance by a few, had pushed a supermarket trolley around the city for years.However, one person regards him as a liability.Eccentric was correct, a nuisance, for sure, mad, plenty thought that, but few knew the truth, that Montfield is a brilliant man, once a research scientist. And even less knew that detailed within a notebook hidden deep in the trolley, there is a new approach to the ...

An idyllic setting. A violent death!If it hadn't been for the circumstances, Detective Inspector Keith Tremayne would have said the view was outstanding. Up high, overlooking the farmhouse in the valley below, the panoramic vista of Salisbury Plain stretching out beyond. The only problem was that near where he stood with his sergeant, Clare Yarwood, there was a body, and it wasn't a pleasant sight.'What happened?' Tremayne asked. He was a cantankerous man, ...