Ross has a swanky penthouse and a high-flying job in the City. When he meets Kat, a glamorous blonde croupier, he starts to plan a future. Now she’s disappeared, he’s devastated.
Casino boss Shaun realises it’s not just Kat who’s vanished – £20,000 is missing too. He wants his money back and he’s after Kat’s blood.
Young graduate Amy has discovered Kat’s stolen her ID for a sham marriage. She can’t stand Ross, but only he will help her find Kat and clear her name.
He drove through grand streets of tall, red brick buildings, often adorned with columns and curlicues in the same material. Occupied by jewellery tradesmen, design agencies and an occasional flat conversion, they were generally in a good state of repair. Losing a property here would hit Marty Bridges’ pocket.
Shaun reversed into a parking space and fumbled in his pocket for change as he walked to the pay and display machine. His car had been acquired in payment for services rendered, and he was aware the supplier had stolen it and changed the number plate. Prudently, he preferred to park legally. It avoided drawing attention to his fake plate and lack of insurance and road tax.
He saw her then, on the other side of the road: Kat’s flatmate, Amy. A nervous tic played at the corner of his mouth. She must know where Kat was. For a moment, he looked around for a traffic warden. He hadn’t bought his ticket yet. Was there time to run across for a little chat with Amy? Although it was broad daylight, he could still secure her co-operation with a well-placed blade.
In the instant he looked away from her, a matter of a few seconds or so, Amy disappeared.
Shaun gawped. Doubt flooded him. While he didn’t believe in ghosts, he wondered if she’d been simply a figment of his imagination. He fingered his chin, wincing as he touched the bruises Bridges had given him. Hidden by stubble, they were still tender. The pain brought him to his senses. He realised that, although the buildings across the road appeared to be a continuous terrace, they were not. A cobbled alley ran between them, a battered road sign stating that it was called Leopold Passage.
It sounded familiar. Shaun paid for his parking and checked the address of Marty Bridges’ property: 3, Leopold Passage. Now he was not only sure where Amy had gone, he was certain he would find Kat there. Would Marty Bridges be there too? Shaun wasn’t going to take any chances. He wanted Jeb with him, and they needed to tool up.
Thank you, AA Abbott and Love Books Group Tours.
About the author
English thriller writer AA Abbott’s real name is Helen Blenkinsop, but like JK Rowling, she wanted to . She loves city life, having lived and worked in London, Birmingham and Bristol. Her crime thrillers, set in Birmingham and London, sizzle with suspense, twists and the evils of office politics.
Helen’s books are available in a dyslexia-friendly large print as well as standard paperback and Kindle editions.
Her Trail Series follows the fortunes of glamorous blonde Kat White, a party girl who finds her purpose making vodka, shrewd businessman Marty Bridges, and manipulative East End crime lord Shaun Halloran