She wore a gold dress short-sleeved its skirt full-length & slightly flared. He could see the faint indentation on her left hand a pale circle of skin giving away the fact that until recently a wedding ring had been there. She looked peaceful lying there on the bed her arms resting easily together the left hand on the right a slender silver cross & chain encircling her neck & not a wrinkle not a fold of her dress out of place. & perhaps she truly was at peace. For she was dead. This was the sight that greeted Detective Inspector Frank Elder on his first case with the Serious Crimes Unit. His first case & never solved; no one was ever charged; the murderer never found. At liberty to walk the streets & to kill again. Eight years later Elders estranged wife contacts him in his Cornish hideaway. Her friends sister Claire
- a quiet & withdrawn widow in her fifties
- has mysteriously disappeared. Elder reluctantly agrees to dig around & see what he can find. Then Claire is found dead arranged with meticulous detail on her bed & it doesnt take long for Elder to make the connection. Its obviously the work of the same unbalanced individual & to find the killer Elder must shine a light into the darkest recesses of human behaviour the dark & twisted recesses of a disturbed human mind...