A Line to Kill (Hawthorne & Horowitz #3)

by Anthony Horowitz

I never call them ghosts. That’s a word used to frighten children. Nor are they even spirits.

It is true that they are not ghosts, but the rest of her comment directly contradicts the Scriptures.

He was sitting on his own at the far end, tucking into the sort of breakfast that he would have promoted on his television programme: eggs, bacon, sausage, beans, fried bread, mushrooms.

The full British breakfast, a heart attack waiting to happen.