Tell Her It's Murder — Helen Reilly

Tell Her It's Murder, an Inspector McKee mystery

Recollection began to come back. It wasn't a lumpy mattress he was lying on, it was a dead man -- a man called Midnight Mike. ...
His pain-filled mind curled in terror. It threw him two years back in time -- before he was sent to jail -- to another black night. Only that time the body had belonged to a little boy, crushed and broken beneath Jim's car. And Jim had been behind the wheel.
He'd been told about that first killing so often that he could almost see himself doing it. But Mike's body beside him convinced Jim that he hadn't killed the little boy. He hadn't killed Mike tonight, either. It was only a matter of time before he remembered the crucial detail that would clear him of both murders. But time, like the blood that poured from his wounded head, was fast running out. …

Also by Helen Reilly:
Name Your Poison
The Dead Can Tell
The Farmhouse

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