Sent to London for a rest by his doctor, Wexford can’t resist getting involved in the investigation of a mysterious murder. Read by TV’s Chief Inspector Wexford.

In a vast and gloomy overgrown London cemetery, a girl is found murdered. A girl with a name that isn’t hers, and little else that is. A girl with no friends, no possessions and no past. Chief Inspector Wexford has been sent to London by his doctor for a rest – no late nights, no rich food, no alcohol and above all, no criminal detective work. To add insult to injury, it is Wexford’s own nephew Howard who is leading the investigation into the macabre mystery. Even though Howard and his subordinates might think he’s out of his league, and even though his doctor won’t approve, Wexford can’t resist just taking a look at things for himself.

© 2010 HarperCollins (Hljóðbók): 9780007159406

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Hljóðbók: 25 november 2010