“Derryn took me to a plot she’d chosen for herself in a cemetery in north London. She looked at her grave, up… — Tim Weaver Copy Share Image
“He shrugged. 'I know you're the type' 'Type?' 'The type that doesn't let things go” — Tim Weaver Copy Share Image
“In her weakest moments she probably saw her sister’s family dead in a ditch somewhere, inside a car that had never been found. Victims… — Tim Weaver Copy Share Image
“Derryn took me to a plot she’d chosen for herself in a cemetery in north London. She looked at her grave, up at me,… — Tim Weaver Copy Share Image
“If she was lying to me, the lie would surface eventually. They always did. Usually families lied out of some misguided belief that it… — Tim Weaver Copy Share Image
“I’ve worked murders for fifteen years, and some of the places you end up… I don’t know, you’re standing over bodies in these holes,… — Tim Weaver Copy Share Image
