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Blurb

Your boss is a bully. How far would you go to get revenge?

Thomas Smeaton is a powerful man who makes life a living hell for his employees. 

When his bullying drives a woman to suicide, three of her colleagues decide it is time to take action before Smeaton destroys any more good people. 

Six months later, a car is found submerged in a reservoir, with a single body inside. Suicide? Or murder? 

Two people were there the night that car rolled into the depths of Loch Etrin. And one is still missing.

Author Bio

Pat Young grew up in the south west of Scotland where she still lives, sometimes. She often

goes to the other extreme, the south west of France, in search of sunlight.

Pat never expected to be a writer. Then she found a discarded book with a wad of cash tucked in the flyleaf. ‘What if something awful happened to the person who lost this book?’ she thought, and she was off.

Pat knew nothing of writing, but she knew a thing or two about books, having studied English, French and German at Glasgow University. A passion for languages led to a career she loved and then a successful part-time business that allowed her some free-time, at last. 

Pat had plans, none of which included sitting at her desk from daybreak till dusk. But some days she has to. Because there’s a story to be told. And when it’s done, she can go out to play. On zip-wires and abseil ropes, or just the tennis court.

Pat writes psychological thrillers. Her debut Till the Dust Settles (July 2017) won the coveted Constable Stag Trophy and became a number one bestseller on Amazon.

The sequel, which can also be read as a standalone, I know where you live (March 2018) takes the action to France and Scotland.

Pat’s third book One Perfect Witness was released in October 2018 and her new novel, Revenge Runs Deep is due for release on May 1^st. 

Sneaky Peek

Revenge Runs Deep

‘And now, at the top of the hour, it’s Julie-Ann with the news and weather.’

Sheila preferred to be in the car by the time the eight o’clock news came on, otherwise she got snagged in the rush hour traffic. She hoisted her bag onto her shoulder and reached for the radio’s off switch.

‘Police divers investigating the tragic drowning of two youths at Loch Etrin reservoir yesterday have discovered a four by four vehicle submerged in deep water. There appears to have been only one person in the vehicle but police say they are not in a position to reveal an identity at this time.’

Sheila froze, wishing for a replay button so she could listen again. Loch Etrin? A four by four? It had to be. She dropped her bag on the work surface and dug for her phone, then for her purse where she kept a number on a tiny slip of paper.

It rang, meaning Marty hadn’t changed her phone. It continued to ring.

Sheila didn’t dare leave a voicemail. ‘Come on, come on,’ she muttered, glancing at the clock. Not that the traffic mattered any more.

The ringing stopped. ‘Hi, who is this, please?’

‘Marty, it’s Sheila. They’ve found a car in Loch Etrin.’

‘You’re joking.’

Sheila knew not to respond to that statement. It was often a first response to shocking news.

‘Sheila, please tell me you’re joking.’

‘As if I’d joke about this. I just heard it on Clydesound. A four by four with one person inside.’

Sheila heard barking in the distance, as if the dog was outside. She waited, the line quiet for so long she began to wonder if Marty had gone to let him in.

‘Marty, are you still there?’

‘Yes.’

‘Say something.’

‘What is there to say?’

‘Do you think it’s Joe?’

No response. Just the dog, still barking.

‘Marty, it must be Joe.’

‘Listen, Sheila. I’m hanging up now. Don’t try to contact me again, please. We agreed it’s too dangerous.’

‘But Marty …’

‘I’ll be changing my number, Sheila, so you can’t call me. Might even buy a new phone. I should have done that months ago.’

‘But you and I need to talk about this.’

‘No, you’re wrong. And don’t even think about talking to anyone else. Ever. Not unless you want us both in prison.’

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