Another little Winterdyke taster

I am very excited to report that I am almost ready to send off for the proof copy of my next novel, seventh in the Radwinter series, Winterdyke. Here is another little taster. Thomas Radwinter is on his way to stay with a client whose family history he was going to research. Thomas’s family are on holiday and he’s being chauffeur driven to Athelmond Grange, where he would spend the next two weeks:

I opened my laptop and looked at my notes on the somewhat mysterious undertaking. I’d been contacted by the PA of an extremely wealthy family who wanted me to do a complete genealogical survey. I wasn’t exactly regretting accepting, they were paying me way, way over what I’d normally expect, but I had a few doubts. To be honest it seemed a bit odd, and if I had a sixth sense it would be pricking right now – if that’s what sixth senses do. But doesn’t the sixth sense enable you to see dead people? I remembered the film, and then wished I hadn’t.
I stared at the snow covered countryside whizzing past; it was ten in the morning but it was as grey as dusk and big blobs of slush were sticking to the window. I’d Google-Earthed the place and the house was massive and in the middle of nowhere, with woods in its grounds. It was on the edge of a remote marshy fenland area which was now a rather desolate country park but popular with people in motor boats and bird spotters apparently.
No wandering out for a pint at the local then, the nearest pub as far as I could see was in the village of Barbridge, although I’d have no way of getting there unless my hosts drove me.
I was uneasy in an ill-defined, cautious way. Maybe it was because I’d be so much out of my comfort zone. Gem, my nephew’s fiancée had checked the security on my laptops and assured me it would be difficult for anyone other than me to access them, and if by chance they did she’d know and attend to it from her end.

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