DI Bethany Smith Thrillers

This cold call is murder. Detective Bethany Smith is called out to 21 Bladen Avenue, the home of Jason and Georgia Holt. It's one of the worst murder scenes she's ever seen.

Detective Bethany Smith is called out to 21 Bladen Avenue, the home of Jason and Georgia Holt. It's one of the worst murder scenes she's ever seen. In the middle of the living room, Jason lies motionless in front of the fireplace. He's been opened up like a can of tuna. His innards have been removed. His face is pulp. Jason's wife found him. No one should ever have to see their spouse like that. Days later, in another home across the city, a young woman answers the phone: "How does it feel to have killed someone while you're in the process of removing their baby?"

Ellie White is found dead at the bottom of her own garden, propped up against a stone fountain. Detective Inspector Bethany Smith arrives at the scene of the crime still dressed in her funeral attire. Her head thick with emotion. Her colleagues think she's mad. But she wants to be there. She needs to be there. Even if what she sees makes her skin crawl. The next day another body is discovered. The victim has suffered a similar gruesome fate. Left for dead at the bottom of his garden where the creepy-crawlies can get to him.

Detective Inspector Bethany Smith arrives at the scene of the crime still dressed in her funeral attire. Her head thick with emotion. Her colleagues think she's mad. But she wants to be there. She needs to be there. Even if what she sees makes her skin crawl. The next day another body is discovered. The victim has suffered a similar gruesome fate. Left for dead at the bottom of his garden where the creepy-crawlies can get to him.

A letter and a hand-drawn map arrive at the police station for the attention of Detective Bethany Smith. The map leads them to Shadwell Hill. They search the area and find a human-sized mound of dirt. DS Wilkins recognizes the unearthed victim. It's sixty-five-year-old Margaret Allthrop, a minor royal and local celebrity. But her burial was anything but regal.

A letter and a hand-drawn map arrive at the police station for the attention of Detective Bethany Smith: Dear Police, I did a vile thing. There's a body at the dot. Have fun working out where that is. Watch your step when you get there. From, Me. The map leads them to Shadwell Hill. They search the area and find a human-sized mound of dirt. DS Wilkins recognizes the unearthed victim. It's sixty-five-year-old Margaret Allthrop, a minor royal and local celebrity. But her burial was anything but regal . . .