A Case Gone Cold (novella). Paul Gitsham

      

       ‘Highly recommended. Crime Writing at its very best’ – Kate Rhodes on The Last Straw, Book 1 in the DCI Warren Jones series

      When an open-and-shut burglary case lands on DCI Warren Jones’ desk, he suspects it’s come to the wrong detective – until he learns a tantalizing detail. Despite the suspect having admitted to the crime after being found with the stolen goods, DNA found at the scene does not match the man currently on bail – but is a match to an unsolved, violent rape case dating back to 1992.

      With their man in custody refusing to talk, Warren must embark on a manhunt for the mystery accomplice. And so begins a game of cat and mouse that will test Warren’s rawest instincts and resolve – and throw up a shocking twist.

       Also by Paul Gitsham

      The Last Straw

      No Smoke Without Fire

      Blood is Thicker Than Water (A DCI Warren Jones novella)

      Silent as the Grave

      A Case Gone Cold (A DCI Warren Jones novella)

      The Common Enemy

      A Deadly Lesson (A DCI Warren Jones novella)

      Forgive Me Father

       A Case Gone Cold

       DCI Warren Jones 3.5

      Paul Gitsham

      ONE PLACE. MANY STORIES

Copyright

      An imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd.

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      London SE1 9GF

      First published in Great Britain by HQ in 2018

      Copyright © Paul Gitsham 2018

      Paul Gitsham asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

      A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library.

      This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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      E-book Edition © May 2018 ISBN: 978-0-00-830116-3

       Version: 2019-11-11

      PAUL GITSHAM started his career as a biologist, working in such exotic locales as Manchester and Toronto. After stints as the world’s most over-qualified receptionist and a spell making sure that international terrorists and other ne’er do wells hadn’t opened a Junior Savings Account at a major UK bank (a job even less exciting than being a receptionist) he retrained as a Science Teacher. He now spends his time passing on his bad habits and sloppy lab-skills to the next generation of enquiring minds.

Paul has always wanted to be a writer and his final report on leaving primary school predicted he’d be the next Roald Dahl! For the sake of balance it should be pointed out that it also said “he’ll never get anywhere in life if his handwriting doesn’t improve”. Twenty five years later and his handwriting is worse than ever but millions of children around the world love him.*

      You can learn more about Paul’s Writing at www.paulgitsham.com or www.facebook.com/dcijones

*This is a lie, just ask any of the pupils he has taught.

      To Hugo. You’re far too young to read the nasty stories that your Uncle Paul writes, but maybe one day he’ll need a hero whose first name starts with H.

      Contents

       Cover

       Blurb

       Title Page

Copyright

       Author Bio

       Dedication

Prologue

       Now

       Six Months Later

       Letter to the Reader

       Excerpt

       Acknowledgements

       Endpages

       About the Publisher

Prologue

       Then

       A piece of folded cloth muffled the sound of glass shattering. The intruder held his breath. The alarm began its wailing again, but that was of no concern – nobody had come to investigate during the previous twenty-four hours, how likely was it that somebody would decide to get up at 1 a.m. to see if this time it was for real? Satisfied he wouldn’t be disturbed, the man ducked his head and climbed through the jagged hole.