The Psychonaut Field Manual 4

When a woman dies beneath the wheels of a train and her newly acquired lover fails to turn up at the funeral, private investigator Zoe Boehm is hired to find him. And in attempting to unlock the secrets of a woman she's never met, in search of a man who might be anyone, Zoe, already struggling to come to terms with the violence in her past and the possible damage in her future, only finds more questions: where did Alan Talmadge come from ? Why does he appear to have no history ? How did he meet Caroline Daniels ? And has he killed before ? At the same time, other deaths distract Zoe - what took a young boy, frightened of heights, to the top of a towerblock from which he fell to his death ? Zoe is accustomed to finding answers to the questions she asks; accustomed too to finding the people she looks for. But as her search leads her nearer to the hearts of two very different kinds of criminal, she starts to wonder whether the man she is looking for has found her first. And if he has, is that going to make her another victim - or might it prove to be her salvation ? When a woman dies beneath the wheels of a train and her newly acquired love fails to turn up at the funeral, private investigator Zoe Boehm is hired to find him. And in attempting to unlock the secrets of a woman she's never met, in search of a man who might be anyone, Zoe only finds more questions. As her search leads her nearer to two different kinds of criminal, she starts to wonder if the man she is looking for has found her first. And if he has, is that going to make her another victim... When she was bored, which was often, she'd roll little paper balls (silver paper was best) and flick them one after the other, using thumb and second finger, at whatever target caught her attention: the clock on the wall, the door handle, the wastepaper bin.