No Shred of Evidence: An Inspector Ian Rutledge Mystery (Inspector Ian Rutledge Mysteries)
Language: English
Pages: 336
ISBN: 0062386190
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
In this absorbing new entry in the acclaimed New York Times bestselling series, Scotland Yard’s Ian Rutledge is caught up in a twisted web of vengeance and murder.
On the north coast of Cornwall, an apparent act of mercy is repaid by an arrest for murder. Four young women have been accused of the crime. A shocked father calls in a favor at the Home Office. Scotland Yard is asked to review the case.
However, Inspector Ian Rutledge is not the first Inspector to reach the village. Following in the shoes of a dead man, he is told the case is all but closed. Even as it takes an unexpected personal turn, Rutledge will require all his skill to deal with the incensed families of the accused, the grieving parents of the victim, and local police eager to see these four women sent to the infamous Bodmin Gaol. Then why hasn’t the killing stopped?
With no shred of evidence to clear the accused, Rutledge must plunge deep into the darkest secrets of a wild, beautiful and dangerous place if he is to find a killer who may—or may not—hold the key to their fate.
it was. By that time, they were only two miles away from their destination, and it was quite dark. “It will go as planned. As long as you don’t speak. Cry, scream, but don’t speak.” She nodded, and he thought she was too tense to reply. The quarry was larger than he’d expected and deeper. Even in the dark he could see how raw the land was for some distance around it, bare of anything but scrub growth that had fought its way back through soil pounded down by wagons and horses, and the feet of
reported his death. How could you have known it had happened, if you hadn’t been present?” “It was said that I heard a cry, saw the door swinging open, and realized that someone had fallen. That I had initially thought it was one of the players. The doctor came and gave me a sedative. He asked me what had happened, and I was so frightened I also told him I believed it was one of my friends. He passed that on to the police.” “And did Paul try to force himself on you?” “Good God, no, he was
his son. I have already said so. But victimizing my daughter will not bring the lad back.” He turned on Rutledge. “And you, sir, will see to it that this matter is concluded before there is any further persecution of my daughter.” Still smarting from Gordon’s dressing-down, Rutledge kept his temper and asked to speak to Elaine St. Ives. Grenville took him to the drawing room, and he waited there for Elaine to come down. When the door opened, he was surprised to see Mrs. Grenville stepping
“The vicar?” Rutledge asked. “By whom?” “Nobody knows. Doctor says he won’t be telling us anytime soon. He’s unconscious still. And having trouble breathing. Broken ribs, Doctor says. It’s a good thing the lad didn’t try to move him. And his mother didn’t know what to do. She sent the lad to me, and a half dozen of us went out and brought him back on a stretcher. He’s lost a lot of blood, Doctor says. Some of it internally.” Rutledge thanked him, and walked on down to the cell. Dr. Carrick was
badly beaten. I didn’t know if he was alive, when I ran toward where he lay. I wasn’t sure he would live to be taken back to the village. Who could have been so vicious, and toward a man of the cloth? ” Another thought struck her. She said anxiously, “He couldn’t have mistaken Mr. Toup for my husband? He wasn’t waiting for him, was he?” “Where is Mr. Terlew?” “He’s gone to a fair over to Camelford. They have a few ewes for sale. He left in the afternoon, yesterday, and I’m not expecting him