The Whispering Muse by Laura Purcell
The offer was too good to be true. I knew that from the start.

The Drowned by John Banville
He had lived alone for so long, so far away from the world and its endless swarms of people, that when he saw the strange thing standing at a slight list in the middle of the field below the house, for a second he didn’t know what it was.

The Word is Murder by Anthony Horowitz
Just after eleven o’clock on a bright spring morning, the sort of day when the sunshine is almost white and promises a warmth it doesn’t quite deliver, Diana Cowper crossed the Fulham Road and went into a funeral parlour.

What Happened to Nina? by Dervla McTiernan
My name is Nina Fraser. There’s a good chance that you know who I am.