Lindy had a lovely voice. It rose into the summer darkness clear and true as a nightingale; or was it, rather, like a bird of prey?Rosamund wakes up from her mid-morning nap to find, to her delight, that she is running a temperature. Surely that explains her blinding headache, and the weird, delirious dream in which she had murdered her overly seductive neighbour - the Other Woman - in a vengeful act of jealousy? A great relief, then, to find this was merely the nightmarish work of a fevered imagination. Until her husband exclaims, 'Rosamund! Have you any idea what's happened to Lindy? She's disappeared!.' 'Brilliant ... So witty and clever.' Elly Griffiths'Fremlin packs a punch.' Ian Rankin'Irresistible.' Val McDermid'Splendid ... Got me hooked.' Ruth Rendell'A master of suspense.' Janice Hallett
