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A killer who chooses victims personally gets too close to Sergeant Lindsay Boxer in the newest Women's Murder Club thriller

From the writer of Sunday Times no. 1 bestseller, The President is Missing.
A KILLER WITH A PLAN
Detective Lindsay Boxer is on the case of a series of shootings of the homeless in San Francisco, where the killer is methodical yet unpredictable. An encounter with a confidential informant leads her to disturbing conclusions – something has gone very wrong inside the police department itself.

A DETECTIVE IN TOO DEEP
The hunt for the killer lures Lindsay out of her jurisdiction, and Lindsay’s friends in the Women’s Murder Club are concerned that she’s taking the crimes too much to heart.

A PATH TO DANGER
But with lives on the line, Lindsay can’t stop herself from following the case into ever more terrifying terrain – even though the killer could cost her everything…

HOW FAR IS TOO FAR?

Formats & editions

  • Paperback

    9781784753696

    October 1, 2018

    Arrow

    384 pages

    RRP $19.99

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  • Trade Paperback

    9781780895222

    February 26, 2018

    Century

    384 pages

    RRP $32.99

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    • Abbey's Bookshop
    • Amazon
    • Angus & Robertson Bookworld
    • Booktopia
    • Boomerang Books
    • Collins Booksellers
    • Dymocks
    • Books Kinokuniya
    • The Nile
    • QBD
    • Readings
    • Robinsons Bookshop
    Or

    Find your local bookstore at booksellers.org.au

Extract

Chapter 1

Just after 4 a.m. under a starless sky, a man in a well-worn tweed coat and black knit cap crossed Broadway onto Front Street, humming a tune as he strolled south to Sydney G. Walton Square.

The square was a cozy one-block park, bounded by iron fencing with an artifact of a brick gate set at a diagonal on one corner. Inside were paths and seating and garden beds, cut back now at the end of the growing season.

During the day Walton Square was crowded with office workers from San Francisco’s Financial District, eating their take-out lunches near the fountain. At night the streets were empty and the park was occupied by homeless people going through the trash cans, sleeping on the benches, congregating near the gate.

The man in the shapeless tweed coat stopped outside the iron fencing and looked around the park and surroundings with purpose. He was still humming tunelessly and gripping a 9mm gun in his right-hand pocket.

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