• Psychological
• Thriller
• Fiction

♥ Blurb ♥

How far would you go…

Gina Mills is desperate to be a newsreader, but her boss – the director of the struggling Channel Eight, won’t help.

Walking home one night, Gina stumbles upon a dead body, and after calling the police, she makes the split-second decision to report the murder live.

When questioned by the police, Gina can’t remember specific details about her discovery, but these memory gaps are explained away as shock.

…to uncover your family’s deadly secret?

But when Gina finds a second body, it’s clear she’s being targeted. But why?

And how is this connected to the death of Gina’s younger sister so many years ago?

Fans of The Girl Before and Believe Me by JP Delaney, One Little Lie by Sam Carrington, Obscura by Joe Hart, The Silent Child by Sarah A. Denzil and The Guilty Dead by PJ Tracy will love The Other Sister.

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Prologue

2018

GINA

My eyes fly open.

I’ve kept them squeezed shut for what’s felt like minutes

– but which must have only been for a couple of seconds – in

a futile attempt to clear my head. To calm myself.

 

There’s a thumping sound, and my head snaps up to face

my bedroom door. I hold my breath as I imagine it flying

inwards, revealing an intruder.

 

My eyes flit back and forth blindly in the dark, until I

realise.

 

That relentless beating. It isn’t coming from outside. It’s

my own thrumming heart.

Adrenalin seeps from my pores as my temple and my

pulse pound aggressively.

 

I count backwards from ten. I close my eyes again and

focus on sounds in a bid to combat the darkness that’s

threatening to control my senses. My breath, sharp and

shallow; my heart, its beat settling to a low, steady march,

like an army advancing into battle. A siren in the distance.

A fox wailing, its harrowing cry echoing under my prickling

skin.

 

Taking a deep lungful of air, my breath catches at the

taste in my mouth. Metallic. Sharp. I’ve felt this before, this

tingling on my tongue.

Carefully, deliberately, as though keeping my movements

steady will somehow slow the passing of time, I turn my

head to look. To see. My eyes have adjusted now, and I

slowly take in the details of the tableau that’s spread out

before me.

My gaze drifts from the shoes strewn carelessly in opposite

corners of my room, to the trail of clothing that lies in

motionless heaps. Clues, all pointing my way.

And me. Hands in my lap, tense, my body barely perched

on the edge of my bed. My fingers, dark and glistening.

I am naked. And covered in blood.

 

I make out thick, dark smears streaked across my walls,

my pillow, my stomach. My hands are shaking, dark red

droplets dripping from my fingers into a puddle on the

carpet by my feet. I try to remove myself from the pool, its

surface glistening in the glow of the street lamp beyond my

window.

 

I push myself further onto the bed, and as I scrabble into

the corner, clutching the bed covers, my fingers close on

something warm and sticky. For a split second, I let my

hand linger. But I don’t turn around to look. I already know

what I’ll see.

How did things go so wrong?

I try to clear my mind, to follow the thread of events

that led to this. But it’s not a linear path. It’s convoluted. A

tangled mess that, if it was picked apart and laid out thread

by thread, would probably all end up here, anyway.

Somewhere deep in my gut, an instinct nags at me,

reminding me of what I’d rather not acknowledge. Reality

is slippery, out of reach, an ever-changing shadow. But there

are certain facts as solid as the body in my bed. They’re circling

me like predators, screaming the truths I can’t ignore,

no matter how much I’d like to.

This isn’t over, they snarl.

You started this.

And only you can finish it.

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