by Ruth Rendell
Criminals always took their holidays in August, Chief Inspector Wexford erroneously reflected as he arrived home early that hot summer night. Thirty minutes later he was in a field outside the neighboring village of Kingsmarkham gazing down at a woman viciously stabbed to death. (from the dust jacket)
Freida McFadden
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