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When a road traffic accident on a dark autumn night uncovers a disturbing conspiracy, Detective Sergeant Kay Hunter's investigation exposes a ruthless serial killer exploiting vulnerable young women.With her enemies unmasked and her career spiralling out of control, Kay's determination to seek vengeance for the victims brings her dangerously close to those who want to silence her. Undeterred, she uncovers the real reason behind a plot to destroy her career and sets in motion a terrifying chain of events.Could Kay's need for revenge be her undoing, or will she survive to see justice served?Hell to Pay is a gripping murder mystery, and the fourth in the Detective Kay Hunter series:1. SCARED TO DEATH2. WILL TO LIVE3. ONE TO WATCH4. HELL TO PAY 5. CALL TO ARMS6. GONE TO GROUND7. BRIDGE TO BURN8. CRADLE TO GRAVE9. TURN TO DUSTPraise for Hell to Pay:"A fast paced thriller - once you've picked it up you'll struggle to get anything else done until you finish it!" Waterstones"Another well written mystery in this series that keeps you guessing and on the edge of your seat" Goodreads

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Publié par	Saxon Publishing
Date de parution	16 novembre 2017
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9780994547958
Langue	English

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Hell to Pay
A Detective Kay Hunter novel

Rachel Amphlett
Copyright © 2017 by Rachel Amphlett
All rights reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author.
This is a work of fiction. While the locations in this book are a mixture of real and imagined, the characters are totally fictitious. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead is entirely coincidental.
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Chapter One

Detective Sergeant Kay Hunter leaned over the passenger seat of her car, plucked a pair of old leather ankle boots from the foot well, and cursed both the unfortunate motorist who’d lost control of his vehicle, and DI Devon Sharp for phoning her at one in the morning to attend the scene of the accident.
‘Meet me on site in thirty minutes,’ he’d said, before the line went dead.
She wiggled in her seat until she could slip off her flat shoes, exchanged them for the boots, and shoved the car door open before pulling her waxed jacket around her, gasping as rain lashed her face.
She squinted against the headlights from the emergency vehicles lined up along the hard shoulder of the motorway, an ambulance’s blue lights flashing through the steady downpour and strobing off the windows of the patrol cars that were being used to cordon off the accident scene. Further along, two firemen returned from their truck, their faces grim as they stepped over the remains of the steel barrier and disappeared from sight down the embankment.
Blinking the last remnants of sleep from her eyes, she shoved her hands into her pockets and began to search for her superior officer.
When Detective Inspector Devon Sharp had called her, the shrill tone of her mobile phone had roused her from her slumber and caused her other half, Adam, to curse loudly before he rolled over and tugged the duvet over his head.
His snores had reached her as she’d crept out the bedroom door.
Now, she wished she’d put on another layer of clothing as she stalked along the road.
A vicious wind whipped across the exposed raised section of the motorway, the bordering fields providing no shelter from the change in season.
As she neared the ambulance, she spotted a uniformed police officer standing next to the open back doors, his face attentive on the activities around him. Kay realised the crew were inside and peered in, curious.
The pair worked as a well-rehearsed team, an older woman and a younger man who bent over their patient, their voices clipped.
Beyond, at the front of the vehicle, a radio crackled; a man’s voice from their control centre at Ashford calm and efficient as he relayed information to the crew.
The scent of disinfectant reached Kay as she watched them work, her eyes running over the once immaculate equipment while she wondered how long it would take them to clean the vehicle when they finally returned to base at the end of a long shift.
‘He had to be cut out of the wreckage.’
Kay turned at Sharp’s voice. ‘What are his chances?’
‘Head trauma. Suffered a cardiac arrest while they were bringing him up the embankment on a stretcher. So, not good.’
Kay shielded her eyes against the rain and bright lights and peered along the motorway.
An intermittent stream of transcontinental trucks and an occasional car drove past the cordon, their speed slowed by the warning signs displayed on gantries several miles before the crash site.
Surface water sprayed out from under their wheels, pooling at the road’s edge where Kay stood. Despite knowing the cordon had been erected at a safe distance, she took a step back as a large truck swept by, the downdraught from it buffeting her slim frame.
‘Any other vehicles involved?’
‘No. Uniform are taking the statement of a truck driver over there – he was parked on the hard shoulder when the accident happened.’
They both turned at a call from the ambulance, and the younger of the paramedics stooped so he could talk to them.
‘We’ve got him stabilised. We’ll be off now.’
‘Thanks,’ said Sharp. ‘Where’s he going – Maidstone?’
‘Yeah, that’s where we’ve been told to take him.’ The paramedic lowered himself to the ground and prepared to close the rear doors. ‘I wouldn’t hold your breath about him making it though.’
Sharp turned his attention to the young uniformed officer. ‘Go with them. If he talks, I want to know about it.’
‘Guv.’
The paramedic waited until the police officer had clambered in, then made his way along to the driver’s door.
Kay and Sharp stepped out of the way as the vehicle manoeuvred away from the cordon before setting off along the motorway, its sirens blaring to clear a path between the trucks.
Kay watched it disappear into the distance, then stamped her feet and turned to Sharp.
Ex-military, he was impeccably dressed despite the time. Only his bleary eyes gave any indication of the fact he had also been woken in the middle of the night.
Kay narrowed her eyes as she realised he was even wearing a tie.
She felt scruffy by comparison.
‘Come and take a look,’ he said, failing to notice her discomfort, and led the way towards the edge of the embankment.
The other emergency services had set up two floodlights at the top of the hill to enable the fire crew to work to free the driver of the vehicle. Saving his life had taken precedence over preserving the scene for the crime scene investigation unit, and Kay could well imagine what the lead investigator would say when he saw the state of the undergrowth.
Large footprints led down from the roadside, and as Kay reached into her pocket and switched on her torch, the beam highlighted the total devastation left by the vehicle’s path, followed within an hour by a team of first responders.
‘What’s their initial thoughts about what happened?’
‘According to the truck driver parked back there, he saw the car veering to the left in his mirrors – thought it was going to hit him. Seems as though the car driver tried to correct it at the last minute, but lost control and sent himself spinning through the barrier. Traffic have already taken a look at the point of impact and traced it back – there’s oil on the road, plus the grease from the past two weeks.’
Kay nodded. After a particularly dry end to the autumn, a sudden deluge had lifted all the grime from the roads and created hazardous conditions for unsuspecting motorists.
Avoiding the broken edges of the barrier, they moved to a spot that wouldn’t block the team’s egress from the broken vehicle to the motorway and stood for a moment, watching the activities below.
‘What made Traffic call it in as a murder scene?’ Kay called over the howling wind.
In reply, Sharp held his hand out for her torch before walking a few more paces until he was at a different angle to the car and swept the beam over the back of the vehicle.
A pale arm snaked out from the boot and over the rear licence plate at an impossible angle.
‘Her,’ he said.
Chapter Two

Sharp stepped closer to the barrier and whistled to the crime scene team below.
One of the white suit-clad figures straightened at the sound, then pointed to its right and up the bank.
‘Good. Harriet’s got a demarcated path set up at last.’
They pulled on overalls and booties from a box of supplies left next to the barrier, the thin material flapping in the wind against their own clothes, and then Kay tied her hair back and followed Sharp down the slope, mindful of the fact that if she wasn’t careful, she’d slide on the wet undergrowth and scoot down the rest of the way on her backside.
The floodlights provided enough light to move safely along the path, so Kay shone her torch to her right, tracking the path the vehicle had carved through the vegetation as it had plummeted to where it now lay.
She’d seen some bad road accidents in her time with the police service, and gave a low gasp as she cast her eyes over the destruction.
‘It’s a wonder he lived, isn’t it?’ said Sharp over his shoulder.
‘Yeah. He must’ve been thrown around like a rag doll.’
As they drew closer to the foot of the embankment, Kay noticed that a wire fence separated the Highway Agency land from that of a farmer’s field.
The landscape beyond the outer reaches of the floodlights appeared as though it had been abandoned since harvest time, the earth laid fallow and bare.
Kay shivered as a cold gust of wind buffeted her and rocked the gantries from side to side, then turned her attention to the crash site.
She could only imagine the mammoth task that faced Harriet’s team – it was only now the driver of the car was on his way to hospital that the investigators could do their job. Their task would be exacerbated by the fact that at least twelve other people had traipsed through the now-cordoned-off area since the crash.
A tent had been erected over the back of the vehicle while she and Sharp had been talking at the top of the embankment, and as Kay drew closer she could see Harriet standing off to one side, calling out instructions to her team while they propped up a second tent over the driver’s door of the car. A photographer moved from one side of the car to the other, the flash from his camera illuminating the scene in bursts of light that bounced off the trunks of nearby trees and cast silhouettes amongst his colleagues.
Harriet glanced over her shoulder when they approached the cordon, and then made her way towards them, her progress hampered by tree branches and thick vines that covered the mud-strewn ground.
‘Evening, detectives.’
‘Harriet.’ Sharp jerked his chin towards the vehicle. ‘What’ve you got so far?’
The crime scene investigator pulled her paper mask down. ‘Female, mid-twenties by the look of it. Wrapped in a black plastic sheet that was taped together. Bruis