About the Book
Title: Grave Injustice
Author: Netta Newbound
Genre: Psychological Thriller
Geri and James return
in their most explosive adventure to date.
When next door
neighbour, Lydia, gives birth to her second healthy baby boy, James and Geri
pray their friend can finally be happy and at peace. But, little do they know
Lydia’s troubles are far from over.
Meanwhile, Geri is
researching several historic, unsolved murders for James' new book. She
discovers one of the prime suspects now resides in Spring Pines Retirement
Village, the scene of not one, but two recent killings.
Although the police
reject the theory, Geri is convinced the cold case they’re researching is
linked to the recent murders. But how? Will she regret delving so deeply into
the past?
Author Bio
Netta Newbound is the author of
twelve popular thriller novels/novellas to date including the Adam Stanley
Thriller Series and the Cold Case Files. Her debut psychological thriller, An
Impossible Dilemma, shot up the charts in 2015 in both the UK and US reaching
#1 in several thriller and horror categories. This rapid success gained Netta a
name for herself in the thriller genre. The Watcher, another of her bestsellers
that reached the top 20 in the Amazon chart, was published through Bloodhound
Books, who will also publish her next book, Maggie, in October 2017.
Originally from Manchester, England, Netta has travelled extensively and has lived and worked in a variety of exciting places. She now lives in New Zealand with her husband. They have three grown up children and four grandchildren.
Originally from Manchester, England, Netta has travelled extensively and has lived and worked in a variety of exciting places. She now lives in New Zealand with her husband. They have three grown up children and four grandchildren.
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Book Excerpt
Bill Featherstone was fed up with his life.
After thirty-five years of marriage, his wife, Marianne, told him she
didn’t even like him anymore, and moved out of their family home. Now, less
than three weeks later, he found he was poorer than he’d been in his entire
fifty-three years on the planet. Not only had she left him, but she’d
systematically cleared out their savings in the months leading up to her
declaration. Then, she took off with her fancy man.
As a self-employed electrician, Bill needed to take on extra jobs simply to
pay the mortgage this month, a mortgage that had steadily increased over the
years while he thought it was being paid off. It turned out Marianne had
re-mortgaged several times, forging his signature. The crux of it was she’d
screwed him, big time.
Zooming into the retirement village at just after 4pm for his fifteenth job
of the day, he almost mowed down a bent up old man on a Zimmer frame. He was
crossing the road as though he had all the time in the world.
Bill slammed on the brakes and wound his window down. “Get out of the way,
you idiot. You’re gonna cause a fucking accident.”
The old man carried on, completely unaware of him.
Bill slammed the heel of his palm on the horn which made no difference to
the situation, but brought plenty of nosy old codgers out from their bungalows.
Once the man had climbed up onto the curb, Bill zoomed off and parked his
van a few hundred meters away. Then, he grabbed his toolbox and rushed to the
address.
“Mrs Jones?” he asked the pleasant-faced lady who answered his urgent door
rapping. She reminded him of his grandmother.
“Have you come to fix my oven?”
“I certainly have, love. Can you quickly tell me what keeps happening?”
“The problem began a few weeks ago when my niece and her boyfriend came for
a visit. I wanted to make them some scones—they love my scones—I won awards for
them back in my younger day...”
“That’s all very lovely,” he interrupted, “but can you get on with it. I’m
a busy man.”
“Oh.”
The stupid old woman seemed shocked and although he felt a little awful, he
knew what these old people could be like. She’d probably drip feed him her life
story before getting down to the problem in hand.
“The fuse keeps tripping when I turn on my oven.”
“Okay, lead the way.”
In less than a minute he located the fault. “Bloody hell,” he barked.
“What’s wrong?” Her trembling voice irritated him.
“Basic common sense, love. Look at this? Tell me what you see?”
She began trembling so badly she appeared to be shaking her head at him.
“I-I don’t see anything.”
“This!” He jabbed at a piece of foil lying in the bottom of the immaculate
oven. “Would you shove a knife in the toaster?”
“No, of course not.” She gripped the work surface as though to steady
herself.
“Then why shove a load of foil into the bottom of the oven? It’s touching
an element and shorting out.”
“I’m sorry. I only had gas in my last house. I thought I was doing the
right thing.”
“Well you know what thought did, don’t you?”
“Is there a problem, Gloria?” An equally doddery old man appeared in the
doorway.
“No. It’s my fault, Eddie. Go back through to the lounge and I’ll make
another pot of tea.”
The man eyeballed Bill before stroking the woman’s arm. “Don’t worry, love.
I told Sandy I’d take him for a game of dominoes. Are you sure you’re alright?”
“Positive.”
Bill ripped the foil out and tested the element before turning the oven on.
The woman returned from seeing her friend out. “Is it okay now?”
“Should be. When does the fault happen? As soon as you switch it on or
after a few minutes?”
“Pretty much right away.”
“Well it seems to be working alright now. I’ll leave the oven running while
I pack up my van and fetch my invoice book.”
Out at the van, he shoved his tool box into the back and sat just inside,
his right foot resting against the open door. He looked up, startled when a
shadow fell over him.
“What the—?” Bill wasn’t able to say anything else. A searing pain that
began under his chin, exploded in the back of his head.
Then nothing.
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