The Sanatorium (Detective Elin Warner, #1)

by Sarah Pearse

As she turns away, it hits her: Isaac never told Laure how things changed after Sam died. He hasn’t told her any of it.

“It’s weird, isn’t it?” Isaac demands. His foot is moving faster now, his knee hitting the tabletop. “Tell me you don’t think it’s weird. They’re not holiday snaps, are they? It doesn’t look like he knows they’re being taken.”

Elin blinks, his words bouncing off her, each one a betrayal. Is he actually doing this? Questioning me? Questioning what happened?

“What is it?” “They’re evacuating the hotel. We’ve got to leave tomorrow.”

“There’s been an avalanche. The road is blocked. They can’t get through.”

What had chilled her the most was the fact that no one had a clue: the killer was on good terms with the victim, had even been on holiday with her a few months before. From sipping sundowners together to a murder in cold blood.

If they wanted to find her, they had to be quick. Based on the last two killings, the potential escalation, the killer would probably act fast. Ruthlessly.