Something intrinsic to the island itself. She, too, can feel it the longer she’s here–a presence and an energy that goes beyond all the stories. ‘The evil here.’įarrah shakes her head at his words, the melodramatic delivery, but as Elin thanks him, closing her notebook, she can’t dismiss what he’s said so easily. ‘He said he could still feel it,’ he says finally. ‘Loved it, but he said…’ He pauses, his features frozen for a moment in thought. Said he’d come to see his piece, check out the retreat,’ Michael continues. The artist that did the piece in reception told me he went to the old school here, the one that burned down. There’s something about this island that feels deeply off, a feeling that’s affirmed for her by the resort employee who originally discovered the woman’s body: CCTV shows that it was likely accidental, but the more Elin investigates, the less sure she is that it wasn’t murder. A young woman, seemingly inebriated, has fallen off a cliffside.

Never mind that her fiance Will designed the resort, or that his sister Farrah is a manager there. Well, perhaps more eager than ready, as the newly reassigned Detective Constable Steed has been brought in to help and support her, particularly in cases reminiscent of the one that nearly forced her out of her job after a serial killer came close to adding her to his tally of victims.īut there shouldn’t be anything too traumatizing in the latest case she’s caught, out at an island retreat off the South Devon coast where she lives. Detective Sergeant Elin Wagner is back on the force, ready and eager to do her job.

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