Rush of Blood
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Perfect strangers. A perfect holiday. The perfect murder...Three couples meet around the pool on their Florida holiday and become fast friends. But on their last night, their perfect holiday takes a tragic twist: the teenage daughter of another holidaymaker goes missing, and her body is later found floating in the mangroves. When the shocked couples return home, they remain in contact, and over the course of three increasingly fraught dinner parties they come to know one another better. But they don't always like what they find: buried beneath these apparently normal exteriors are some dark secrets, hidden kinks, ugly vices...Then, a second girl goes missing. Could it be that one of these six has a secret far darker than anybody can imagine? A brilliantly plotted, utterly gripping thriller about the danger of making friends on holiday, Rush of Blood is Mark Billingham's most ambitious and accomplished work to date.
listening to a woman three thousand miles away, whom she had never met, starting to cry. SIXTY-THREE ‘So, can you tell the court what happened when the argument moved from the living room into the kitchen?’ Sue stood three-quarters on to the jury in the way she had been told would be most effective. For the last six months she had done everything she had been instructed or advised to do. By prison officers, solicitors and by her defence counsel, who now stood looking up at her. What to
driving around just when Amber-Marie Wilson was snatched off the street in Siesta Village. And the police here were happy enough to believe I’d gone along with that first lie because he’d made me do it. Did he threaten you? Were you scared? It’s OK, Mrs Dunning … we understand. Which all fitted in perfectly with the witness statements, thank you very much. Ed wearing the trousers and being a ‘bit of a bully’ … God bless you for that, Marina and Angie. The fact is, I’ve never done anything he
are actually good for you. It’s like one of your five-a-day!’ Behind them, the boy surfaces and holds the coin aloft. His father’s enthusiasm shows no sign of abating. ‘So, you guys on your own today then?’ the woman says. Ed nods towards Barry. ‘His wife’s at the mall.’ He takes a drag and exhales through a grin. ‘Giving the old credit card a hammering.’ ‘She wants to pick up a few bits and pieces for the kids,’ Barry says. ‘T-shirts and what have you.’ ‘Is that stuff cheaper here?’ the
says. ‘That place opposite the Oyster Bar, whatever it’s called. We got back about three o’clock, met you lot by the pool around half past …’ ‘Right,’ Ed says, nodding. ‘Next thing, the woman starts screaming and ten minutes later there’s cops all over the place.’ ‘She had plenty to scream about,’ Angie says. ‘You don’t even want to think about it, do you?’ ‘So don’t think about it.’ Barry takes the last piece of bread and mops up what’s left of the oil. ‘Nothing we can do.’ Nobody says
though, she had been given the all-clear. Trainee or not, she had been … endorsed. No more coffee-runs or photocopying, for the time being at any rate. Jenny looked at the printout and got excited all over again. Half an hour on the PNC – a request to pull a file sent straight through to the General Registry – and she guessed that one of her interviews was going to be rather more lively than it might otherwise have been. Four of the six were, as expected, clean as a whistle. One had been