When Detective Inspector Amber Clarke answered the phone at the Hovea Hill Police Station she was shocked. Hardly anything happened in this small town. She had been rather bored since starting work at 6am. There had been paperwork and more paperwork, but here at last was real work. She rang her Sergeant, Martin Blackwood, then HQ in Perth. Amber went out the back of the station to her police car and set off to the place that elderly Mrs Moorehouse had described. She parked the car in a space at the beginning of the cul de sac and met the elderly woman. Amber came to where the body lay and was aghast. What a terrible thing to happen to a young woman about her own age, in her late twenties. She lay sprawled out on the gravel, dressed in a red rain coat. The hair that showed outside the hood was fair like Amber’s own. Ants were crawling around the body and somewhere a crow was cawing in a tree above. The closer Amber came to the truth of what happened to the young woman the more danger she faced. Would she be able to solve this difficult case with its many twists and turns?