Hilary Bonner For Death Comes Softly

For

Detective Superintendent Steve Livings

and

Detective Sergeant Frank Waghorn

Creeping, crawling

Towards the heart.

Tearing, ripping

Apart.

Unseen, unthreatening.

Silent until the last

Until all hope is past.

Still as the frozen whiteness

before an avalanche,

Sleek as a barracuda

slicing through the ocean,

Sweet as a peach

steeped in poison.

Wrapped in a dream

of peace and passion,

Wracked with the ache

of desire –

That’s how life’s fire

Is quenched.

Unexpectedly. Inexplicably.

For death comes softly.

Hilary Bonner

With thanks to:

Dr Hugh White, Home Office Pathologist; Paul Westaway, emergency officer for the West Country ambulance service; North Devon coroner Brian Hall-Tomkin (who bears absolutely no relation to the appalling coroner in this book, but could be the wise man who proceeded him), North Devon coroner’s officer Keith James (whom I’m sure would not allow any coroner to behave the way my fictional one does); Hilary Corrin, Devon County Council emergency officer; Jeremy Metcalf of the Minmet gold-mining company — and, as ever, my Avon and Somerset police friends Steve and Frank, to whom this book is dedicated.

I shall always be grateful for the extraordinarily generous way in which all of these have given me their time and the benefit of their knowledge and experience.

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