The Lost Daughter A Jean Brash Mystery 2

The Lost Daughter A Jean Brash Mystery 2

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Author: David Ashton

Format: Paperback / softback

Number of Pages: 352


'Jean Brash is my favourite character and David Ashton's writing is as delicious, elegant and compelling as she is' - Siobhan Redmond. It's Spring and Jean Brash, Mistress of the Just Land (best bawdy-hoose in Edinburgh) is raring to go. But past, present and future collide to undermine that desire. A theatre company arrives in Leith to perform King Lear. A ruthless robbery is planned, a gruesome murder committed, both of which set Inspector James McLevy on the prowl, and Jean's past returns in the form of bad seed from a vicious killer. Even more lethally, her own lost family life explodes in the present, as a wild young actress who trails violence and death behind her, involves Jean in a dangerous complex game that threatens to destroy the very root of her identity. When you look death in the face, it's best not to blink - otherwise the play is over.



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Author: David Ashton

Format: Paperback / softback

Number of Pages: 352


'Jean Brash is my favourite character and David Ashton's writing is as delicious, elegant and compelling as she is' - Siobhan Redmond. It's Spring and Jean Brash, Mistress of the Just Land (best bawdy-hoose in Edinburgh) is raring to go. But past, present and future collide to undermine that desire. A theatre company arrives in Leith to perform King Lear. A ruthless robbery is planned, a gruesome murder committed, both of which set Inspector James McLevy on the prowl, and Jean's past returns in the form of bad seed from a vicious killer. Even more lethally, her own lost family life explodes in the present, as a wild young actress who trails violence and death behind her, involves Jean in a dangerous complex game that threatens to destroy the very root of her identity. When you look death in the face, it's best not to blink - otherwise the play is over.