Blood on the Tongue

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'The sun had dropped over the edge of Irontongue Hill so that the snow-covered moor was in shadow ... but Marie Tennent would never see the dawn.' Marie's was not the only body lying undiscovered under the Peak District snow that January morning – nor the first. In 1945, the wreckage of a bomber, full of dead crewmen, was found on Irontongue Hill. The missing pilot was declared responsible, but why would a decorated hero desert? His granddaughter is now determined to uncover the truth and DC Ben Cooper is sufficiently intrigued to offer to help. To his boss Diane Fry, investigating two frozen bodies found on the moors, her colleague's interest is entirely unprofessional. But the past has a way of influencing the present and before either knows it, a long-cold trail in the dead of winter has grown dangerously hot…