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Death Comes a Creeping
Death Comes a Creeping
Death Comes a Creeping
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Death Comes a Creeping

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A killer is stalking the town of Hawkshead in England. Victims are killed without reason or a particular pattern, and so it falls to inspector Chris Burns and his crew of detectives to catch him.
The murders are brutal, but the strangest thing is the killers calling card, a small beetle which police require the help of a ranger to identify.
Panic spikes through the little community at each death, yet the terror isn't felt until the killer comes for one of the most upstanding detectives on the police force.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateDec 24, 2019
ISBN9780463147092
Death Comes a Creeping
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Louise du Plessis

I enjoy reading, making beaded necklaces in my spare time and sometimes I post on my meditation blog. As I am visually impaired, I usually try and find things every day that would give me a good experience, weather it is hearing a particular bird or touching a stone with an interesting texture.This can be challenging sometimes because I cannot always go out doors. In that case, I connect with friends via different social platforms and make music, join in on an RP game or simply read a book together.I enjoy talking to interesting people from all walks of life.

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    Death Comes a Creeping - Louise du Plessis

    The Burns mysteries

    Book one

    Death comes a creeping

    By Louise du Plessis.

    Published by Smashwords

    Copyright Louise du Plessis

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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

    Epilogue

    Prologue

    Gary Carson had always been fascinated by bugs. He loved the way they interacted with their surroundings, loved to learn all about the different species that he had in his garden.

    Sometimes he even went out in to the woods surrounding his small cottage to find something different, something other than the typical butterfly or spider. If only he had stayed in his own garden on 24 August 2004, if he had kept cataloguing his butterfly collection just an hour longer or had perhaps become distracted by the spider spinning a web high up on his ceiling he might have still been alive.

    His body was found three miles from his cottage and the young woman who discovered his gruesome remains would not be able to escape her involvement in the cases that followed. Gene Winters had been a park ranger for most of her life, and had seen many horrible deaths.

    People who had been killed by wild animals were not the worst she had seen. The wild offered many violent ways to die, but this had upset her beyond what a death usually would for there was no way this death could have been inflicted by an animal.

    Gary’s face had held an expression of agony she hoped never to see in her life again. The rest of his body looked like it had been turned inside out; entrails lay scattered over the leaf-covered ground along with too many other internal organs. She had gazed at the remains for a moment longer as something attracted her attention.

    A curious beetle rested in the blood and gore at her feet, something she had never encountered before. She did not know that the beetle would become a calling card for the most brutal murders the little town had ever seen.

    She had called the police, and then went home to pour herself a snifter of brandy. God knew she needed it after what she had seen.

    If she had known that the deaths would continue and that they would become more violent, she might have retired from her job and left the country to go and hide safely in the Bahamas or the Greek islands until the insanity died down.

    News of each death spread like fire through the community of Hawkshead until fear and panic could almost be tasted in the hot humid air. The police could not track down the killer, not for lack of trying, , and clues were few and far between, until the killer came for one of their own.

    Chapter 1

    A hot, humid night fell over Hawkshead covering it in a blanket of velvet stars. Pub doors opened, spilling laughter out onto the ancient cobbled road and somewhere a tawny owl shrieked out its hunting call.

    None of the town’s inhabitants paid that much attention to the silent hunter because they were too wrapped up in their own lives. More of the pubs opened, people half stumbling into the street, arms around one another, singing loudly while domestic arguments took place in the little cottages resulting in the crash of glass and shrieks of rage.

    The owl which had shrieked out its hunting call earlier flew over the town in search of some form of prey and it landed in a tree just above a cottage where a rather loud argument was taking place. It turned away from the garden and took off in to the safety of the forest to find something else that was easier to catch as the window just beneath it shattered into a million pieces.

    It flew on silent wings past the police station and for a moment its dark shape was picked out by a strong searchlight.

    In the police station detectives, sergeants and constables sat in a large briefing room. The walls were paneled in oak, and the large mahogany conference table was littered with a mess of papers, coffee cups and other debris.

    Ladies and gentlemen.

    The voice of chief inspector Chris Burns brought the conversations about family life and hikes in the surrounding forests to an end. His brown hair had streaks of grey in it and his lined face betrayed the horrors he had seen during his time on the force.

    I have just received the autopsy report on Garry Carson’s body.

    A young technician handed out copies of the report complete with photos, and some of the younger officers repressed shudders.

    You all know the procedures to be followed in such a case. WE are dealing with someone who clearly enjoys what is being done to their victims. This ends as soon as humanly possible.

    His voice was filled with a steely anger.

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