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#BlogTour #Extract Bound By Vanda Symon

Hello, Book Dragons! Today I would like to welcome you all on my stop of the Blog Tour for Bound By Vanda Symon and I would like to share an exclusive extract from the book, with all of you. Thank you very much to Anne from Random Things Tours for the invitation. Please do show some love to all the wonderful book bloggers on this blog tour by following and sharing their work. 🙂

Publisher: Orenda Books
ISBN13: 9781913193522
Genre: Political Thriller
Release date: 18 03 2021
Price*: Kindle £4.99 (GBP)/  Paperback £8.99 (GBP)
Kindle $7.99 (USD)/ Paperback $15.95 (USD)
Pages: ~ 320
You can get this book here:
Amazon UK

Description of the book: The New Zealand city of Dunedin is rocked when a wealthy and apparently respectable businessman is murdered in his luxurious home while his wife is bound and gagged, and forced to watch. But when Detective Sam Shephard and her team start investigating the case, they discover that the victim had links with some dubious characters.

The case seems cut and dried, but Sam has other ideas. Weighed down by her dad’s terminal cancer diagnosis, and by complications in her relationship with Paul, she needs a distraction, and launches her own investigation.

And when another murder throws the official case into chaos, it’s up to Sam to prove that the killer is someone no one could ever suspect.


So what happened when your husband opened the door?’
‘I heard him yell out. He sounded scared, so I rushed in and saw him backing into the room, followed by two men. And then, bang, one of them shot him, just like that, right in the face.’ Her face crumpled and I passed the tissue box over as she broke down.

‘Do you want me to come back? We can continue later if it’s too much.’
She shook her head, and held her hand up, gesturing for me to wait.

‘No, I’ll do this now. It isn’t going to be any easier later.’ She exhaled a long breath and continued. ‘The other man turned his head and saw me, so I spun round and ran back through the kitchen, thinking I might be able to escape out the back door. But he got to me so quickly, I couldn’t get away. He threw me against the kitchen bench.’ Her hand drifted up to the reminder stitched into her head. ‘They were so quick and so strong, there was nothing I could do … nothing. I felt so powerless. They tied me to the chair. I tried to struggle but they just hit me again, it was hopeless. I kept looking at John, and I…’ She trailed off, quietly sobbing, and I reached out and rubbed her arm. ‘Sorry,’ she said, ‘I was just so scared and it was so awful.’ She didn’t need to apologise to me. My imagination could work out just how awful it had been.

‘Did you recognise them at all? What did they look like?’
‘I couldn’t see their faces. They were wearing blue boiler suits with hoods, and they had these hideous masks over their faces, plastic clown masks. I can’t remember their eyes, other than that they looked angry. Their hands were covered – they had gloves on too.’ It sounded like they were prepared to make a mess and had taken steps to ensure they didn’t leave any evidence. This was no opportunistic or spur-of-the-moment crime. It was clearly a well planned operation.

‘Can you remember what they had on their feet?’
She shook her head slightly. ‘No, I can’t, sorry.’
‘What about their builds then? Tall? Short? Skinny? Large?’
‘One of them was quite large, overweight, and I suppose over six feet tall. He was the one who shot John. The other one was a bit shorter and medium build, I guess. Medium to thin.’
‘No distinctive limps, mannerisms or anything like that?’
She shook her head.
‘So what did they take?’
‘Nothing. That was the thing – they didn’t even go into the rest of the house, they just came in, killed John,’ her voice started cracking again, ‘and then did this to me.’
‘Did they threaten you at all? What did they say exactly?’
She looked up at me, and I noticed how hollow her eyes looked and the dark purple rings under them. ‘That was the strange thing. They didn’t say a word. Nothing. Their silence was just awful.’

At this point Jill Henderson broke down completely.
It was time for me to make an exit. My mind went over all the things she had said, but it was her last statement that stuck in my head. Why would they have been silent? The only reasons I could think of were that they either knew the victims and were concerned that their voices would be recognised, or they had a distinctive accent that could narrow a field of suspects in an investigation. But then, when you’ve just callously slain a person by shooting them in the face, wouldn’t you avoid leaving behind loose ends such as witnesses? Most of the bastards capable of something like this would have killed her, or, if it was sport they were after, raped her. But no, they’d spared the woman and, inadvertently, the son. To me this wasn’t a home invasion, it was starting to look suspiciously like an execution.
What the hell had John Henderson been involved in?

About the author: Vanda Symon is a crime writer, TV presenter and radio host from Dunedin, New Zealand, and the chair of the Otago Southland branch of the New Zealand Society of Authors. The Sam Shephard series has climbed to number one on the New Zealand bestseller list and also been shortlisted for the Ngaio Marsh Award for the best crime novel. She currently lives in Dunedin, with her husband and two sons.
Website: / Twitter: @vandasymon

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