The Frozen Shroud (Lake District Mysteries)
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Death has come twice to Ravenbank, a remote community in England's Lake District, each time on Hallowe'en. Just before the First World War, a young woman's corpse was found, with a makeshift shroud frozen to her battered face. Her ghost - the Faceless Woman - is said to walk through Ravenbank on Hallowe-en. Five years ago, another woman, Katya Moss, was murdered, and again her face was covered to hide her injuries. Daniel Kind, a specialist in the history of murder, becomes fascinated by the old cases, and wonders whether the obvious suspects really did commit the crimes. He spends Hallowe'en at a party in Ravenbank - only to find death returning to this beautiful but isolated spot. Once more, the victim is a woman, once more her damaged face is shrouded from view.
acting like their mother.’ ‘There are worse fates. You’re wrong about Hannah, anyway. She’s shut me out, not the other way around.’ ‘You’re imagining it. Trust me, Daniel. For a smart guy, you’re really not that smart when it comes to women.’ ‘After I last met Hannah for a drink, I rang a couple of times, and left voicemail messages. Sent her an email. She did reply in the end, very brief. Said she was up to her eyes with a couple of cases, and she’d get back in touch soon. That was five weeks
together so you could tell me more about your book. It just so happens that this afternoon I’m in your neck of the woods, picking up supplies for the party in Brack. We could have a cuppa and a chat about The Hell Within. If you can spare the time.’ Spending an hour with Melody would be no hardship. Perhaps he could kill two birds with one stone. ‘As a matter of fact, I was meaning to visit Amos Books. I wondered if they had anything on Ravenbank, or that legend of the Frozen Shroud. They have
breakfast bar with frustration, but only with an effort of will. ‘Aaaaaaagh! I give up.’ ‘Thank you. And don’t feel bad about it,’ Terri mumbled with her mouth full. Hannah drank some coffee, not caring that it scalded her tongue. ‘He’s married, isn’t he?’ A hunted look came into Terri’s eyes. ‘Leave it, won’t you?’ ‘That’s why you’re so enigmatic, because you’ve hooked up with someone who hasn’t unhooked himself yet. Meanwhile, that bastard Stefan wants revenge for being given the elbow. Oh,
Nature had reclaimed most of its own. ‘So that’s why Ravenbank was originally called Satan’s Head,’ Daniel said. There was scarcely a breath of wind, but he felt a chill. ‘Seems to me that Clifford Hodgkinson was an Edwardian Canute, trying to push away the darkness of the past. Even when the sun is out, Satan’s Head seems like its rightful name.’ ‘Oh well, we all know you should never fight against the tide of history.’ Her teasing amused him. After so many years when the slightest
the Hall, she must have known Shenagh would soon be out of temptation’s way, on the other side of the world. The same goes for Jeffrey Burgoyne. You say Daniel has some evidence that Jeffrey has a violent streak, and he was jealous because Quin had something going with Shenagh. But Shenagh wasn’t going to stick around much longer.’ Hannah switched on the coffee maker while Fern replenished her glass. ‘Perhaps he simply lost the plot. It happens.’ ‘Yeah, murder is a desperate act, but don’t