It’s 11pm and the pubs are beginning to close. The band has just finished playing; packing their instruments away, but the night is young.
A young man enters the still crowded pub. Walks up to the small stage. Pulls out a handgun and empties four shots into the lead singer. One, two, three four.
Waves the gun at the stunned and shocked crowd. Yelling, hollering and screaming, they part like the Red Sea, and he walks through the valley of death and out into the night, laughing as he goes.
The sound of sirens floats across the humid city. Inspector Walter Darriteau is soon on the scene. He lives locally, and truth is, he’d much rather be at work than lying in bed. The local crime reporter turns up too, Gardenia Floem, nice woman, nice teeth.
‘Is this drugs related?’ she asks.
How the hell do I know? Get her out of here!
So begins David Carter’s new Walter Darriteau murder mystery, "The Sound of Sirens", but is it drugs related, Walter ponders, and if it isn’t, what’s it all about? He doesn’t yet know it, but this is the first of three equally dreadful killings.
This is David’s eighth book, and a compelling read, available as a paperback, or on Kindle.
