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Eight women falling to their deaths in this stretch of river over the last year is not a coincidence. They can’t all have had the same ‘accident.’ So what’s going on?

The police won’t listen. I should know – I’m engaged to one of them. But as a journalist for the local newspaper, I’m well-placed to investigate for myself. Mark, my husband-to-be, isn’t happy at me ‘undermining’ the police in this way, but I don’t care. The women who have died deserve justice – and the rest of us deserve to feel safe enough to walk freely after dark.

The rest of my life is idyllic. Mark is everything I could ever want, we have a beautiful daughter and our fairy tale wedding to look forward to. My career is starting to take off and I feel invincible.

But the death toll reaching double figures reminds us that none of us are.

The police aren’t doing their job properly. How is it that I’ve managed to uncover the eerie connections between the victims, but they haven’t? Mark worries I’m becoming obsessed with it all and in doing so, he says I’m putting myself at risk.

But I’ll make them listen. Even if it’s the last thing I do…

Note: This novel was formerly known as ‘The Yorkshire Dipper.’