Blood From Stone

Nobody really liked Marianne Shearer - but nobody murdered her either. She did that all by herself, booking into a Kensington hotel for the sole purpose of checking out through a sixth-floor window. But why would a stylish and highly successful criminal barrister do such a thing? She was...Read more


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