Words Can Kill

 

A Ghostwriter Mystery (Book 5)

 

by

 

C.A. Larmer

 

 

 

Copyright 2014 Larmer Media

 

Cover design by Stuart Eadie

Edited by Novel Proofreading

& Elaine Rivers (with thanks)

 

 

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Killer Twist

A Plot to Die For

Last Writes

Dying Words

An Island Lost

The Agatha Christie Book Club

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Please Note

This is a work of fiction. Really it is. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

 

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Table of Contents


Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Epilogue

About the Author

Connect online

 

 

 

Prologue

 

The woman’s limbs flailed in all directions, one Nike trainer flying off as she plummeted from the edge of the cliff down towards the cerulean Mediterranean Sea. She must have screamed (how could she not?) but whatever sound she made was swallowed by the screeching of the train that was hurtling at the same time, through the mountain tunnel, towards the tiny village of Manarola, its happy day-trippers oblivious to her horror, seeing only a stunning view through their raised cameras and iPads.

“Isn’t it peaceful?” one sightseer ventured to another just as the woman’s body smashed against the jagged rocks at the bottom and was promptly collected by a wave and washed out to sea.

A metre below the fence line, her shoe was caught by a prickly pear cactus and settled into its spikes, the only evidence she had come before, while the tourists continued happily snapping away.