The body found under the hedge was that of a middle-aged woman, biggish and gaunt. The grey eyes were wide and staring, and in them Detective Chief Inspector Wexford thought he saw a sardonic gleam, a glare, even in death, of scorn - but that must have been his imagination. Though imagination was almost all he had to go on. The woman was a stranger; her handbag held little more than three keys on a ring and forty-two pounds in a new wallet. There was nothing to give him her address, her occupation or even her identity - let alone any clues which might lead to her killer. The woman was dead, but, as Wexford knew only too well, death by murder is, in a way, not an end but a beginning ...

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Personen: Rendell, Ruth

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