Death to My Killer

John knew his killer was in the room, in the darkness, waiting. He knew it was no use shouting for help, that no rescuer would come, the house was empty. His useless legs couldn't carry him to safety for John was disabled and defenceless. What made things even worse was that John knew his assailant, it had to be one of his cousins, both had good motive to kill him. But there was a third option, one he could barely contemplate, one that was so abhorrent and unsettling that to even consider it was terrifying for could it be the woman he loved wanted him dead?

Fiction maestro John Creasey ( 1908 - 1973 ) was and remains an enigma. He was one of the biggest selling and (by most measures) the most prolific producer of fiction, of the 20th century, writing over 620 novels in both his own name and through over 25 different pseudonyms including; Michael Halliday, Gordon Ashe, Jeremy York, Norman Deane, Anthony Morton and JJ Maric.