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Perfect for fans of John Grisham, Jeffrey Archer and Ruth Rendell<\/p>\n
Twenty grand has vanished from Shaun Halloran\u2019s casino, and so has gorgeous blonde croupier Kat White. Once he\u2019s tracked her down, he\u2019ll shoot first and ask questions later.<\/p>\n
Amy Satterthwaite\u2019s just learned Kat stole her ID for a sham marriage. Desperate to clear her name and save her friend from Shaun, she swallows her pride and turns to arrogant Ross Pritchard for help. But can they find Kat in time?<\/p>\n
Twists and tension keep the pages turning in A.A. Abbott\u2019s stunning crime thriller. As Kat\u2019s trail leads from London\u2019s smart Fitzrovia to secret tunnels below central Birmingham, the stakes couldn\u2019t be higher.<\/p>\n
AMAZON US<\/a><\/p>\n AMAZON UK<\/a><\/p>\n \u201cWhat do you want?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n \u201cWhere\u2019s Kat? I need to see her.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n He took the knife from his pocket.<\/p>\n \u201cNo,\u201d Amy said, \u201cI really don\u2019t know. If I did, I\u2019d tell you. She\u2019s been gone for three days and I can\u2019t reach her. I\u2019ve tried, believe me.\u201d This was no time for heroics. Had she the slightest idea of Kat\u2019s whereabouts, she would have divulged them, of that she was sure.<\/p>\n His eyes darted down to the knife. He flicked it open, stroked its blade, then looked up at her again. \u201cI need answers, Amy,\u201d he said, almost sorrowfully. \u201cIf someone had stolen twenty grand from you, you\u2019d want some answers too.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cKat stole twenty thousand pounds?\u201d A week ago she wouldn\u2019t have believed it. Now, she couldn\u2019t be sure. \u201cThat\u2019s not all she\u2019s done. She married an illegal immigrant, using my name. The police were round this morning.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDo they know where she is?\u201d<\/p>\n Amy sighed. \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGood. I want to see her before the police do. I don\u2019t suppose they\u2019ve searched this flat for clues to her whereabouts?\u201d<\/p>\n She was silent.<\/p>\n \u201cNo,\u201d he said. \u201cI thought not. You and me, Amy, we\u2019re going to do that now, before any such clues might do a vanishing act like our mutual friend. Show me Kat\u2019s room.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re in it.\u201d<\/p>\n He looked around, shook his head. \u201cReally? I thought this was the lounge. Okay, I want you to take everything out of those boxes.\u201d He pointed to a stack of wooden wine crates, painted white, in which Kat\u2019s belongings were stowed.<\/p>\n The top crate was crammed with shopping bags, over a dozen of them, bearing the names of designer boutiques: Prada, Marc Jacobs, Miu Miu and more. Reluctantly, Amy picked up a bag.<\/p>\n \u201cOpen it,\u201d the knifeman said.<\/p>\n It was from Agent Provocateur, a powder pink paper bag sealed with a black ribbon. Carefully, Amy untied the bow. Inside, there was a pink cardboard box.<\/p>\n \u201cNow that,\u201d he ordered.<\/p>\n \u201cMust I?\u201d Amy pleaded. \u201cThese are Kat\u2019s personal things.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s the whole point.\u201d<\/p>\n Silently, she opened the box, unfolded the black tissue paper inside and shook out a frilly silk underwear set. A receipt showed it had cost two hundred pounds.<\/p>\n He whistled, leering. \u201cVery nice. Now the rest.\u201d<\/p>\n Altogether, Kat had spent over four thousand pounds on unworn purchases. \u201cA shopping addiction,\u201d he said thoughtfully, reflecting Amy\u2019s surprised reaction. \u201cCarry on.\u201d<\/p>\n The crates below mostly contained clothes, neatly folded, and shoes in bags. There were a few books, overspill from the shelves by the wall, and finally, a box file containing paperwork.<\/p>\n \u201cGive me that,\u201d the dangerous stranger commanded. He fished out a letter. \u201cDearest Kat,\u201d he read aloud, \u201cI hope you are well. I am fine, and so is Cedric the Cat, but he is very old now. I have a little job now at Treasures in Harborne. Same old, same old. Do write and tell me your news. With love, Auntie Lizzie.\u201d He paused. \u201cIsn\u2019t that sweet?\u201d he said sarcastically. \u201cLet\u2019s see if there\u2019s more of the same.\u201d<\/p>\n He rifled through the box, shaking his head. Evidently, nothing further was deemed worthy of comment. He asked her to empty the only other article of storage in the room, a large rosewood chest, but that merely yielded towels and bedding.<\/p>\n \u201cInteresting, and predictable,\u201d he muttered. \u201cI\u2019ll tell you what we haven\u2019t found. No suitcase, money, passport, women\u2019s things like cosmetics. No certificates for qualifications, birth, marriage even.\u201d He looked pointedly at Amy. \u201cShe\u2019s done a runner.\u201d<\/p>\n Amy bit her tongue. He was unlikely to appreciate being told he was stating the obvious.<\/p>\n He pocketed the letter. \u201cI\u2019ll be back. And you\u2019ll tell me where she is, okay?\u201d He fingered the knife again. \u201cNot a word to the Old Bill. I\u2019ve never been here, not on your life.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat about the CCTV?\u201d she couldn\u2019t resist challenging him.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat about it?\u201d he said dismissively. \u201cNone in that car park. I cut the wires.\u201d He stood to leave, putting a finger to his lips. \u201cYou\u2019re a lucky, lucky girl, Amy, because I believe you. Thousands wouldn\u2019t. Now don\u2019t forget \u2013 not a dicky bird, okay?\u201d<\/p>\n When he\u2019d gone, Amy bolted the door and searched the kitchenette for alcohol. Finding a bottle of Snow Mountain vodka, less than a quarter full, she drank all that was left of it and went straight to bed.<\/p>\n http:\/\/aaabbott.co.uk\/free-stuff\/<\/a><\/p>\n AA Abbott (also known as Helen) chose her pen name in a shameless attempt to slot into the first space on your bookshelf. Born near London, she\u2019s lived in Birmingham and Bristol, and worked in all three cities. She works for big companies for half the year as a tax accountant, taking temporary work so she can spend the rest of the year writing fast-paced crime thrillers. Although her work gives her inspiration, she says none of her colleagues have murdered, blackmailed or defrauded anyone. Hanging out in coffee shops and cocktail bars, she loves city life and can\u2019t resist writing about it.<\/p>\n Facebook:<\/span> <\/strong>https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/AAAbbottStories\/<\/a><\/p>\n Twitter:<\/span> <\/strong>@AAAbbottStories<\/a><\/p>\n Goodreads Author Page:<\/span> <\/strong>https:\/\/www.goodreads.com\/author\/show\/7339437.A_A_Abbott<\/a><\/p>\n Google+:<\/span> <\/strong>https:\/\/plus.google.com\/u\/0\/+AAAbbott<\/a><\/p>\n LinkedIn:<\/span> <\/strong>https:\/\/uk.linkedin.com\/in\/aaabbottstories<\/a><\/p>\n Blog:<\/span> <\/strong>http:\/\/aaabbott.co.uk\/<\/a><\/p>\n Website: <\/strong><\/span>http:\/\/aaabbott.co.uk\/<\/a><\/p>\n \n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" THE BRIDE’S TRAIL by A. A. Abbott Perfect for fans of John Grisham, Jeffrey Archer and Ruth Rendell Twenty grand has vanished from Shaun Halloran\u2019s casino, and so has gorgeous blonde croupier Kat White. Once he\u2019s tracked her down, he\u2019ll shoot first and ask questions later. Amy Satterthwaite\u2019s just learned Kat stole her ID for … Continue reading THE BRIDE’S TRAIL by A. A. Abbott #Excerpt<\/span> Extract<\/span><\/h2>\n
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