![]() ![]() In reality, Matthew was angry, but he’d learned long ago how to hide his emotions. A stranger seeing him for the first time would expect sympathy and comfortable words. ![]() Or a diffident mourner, sheepish and apologetic, with his soft skin and sad eyes. ![]() Matthew thought he could have been the celebrant, arriving a little late for the service. He looked like a respectable man, a wearer of suits and sober ties, prematurely grey-haired and staid. When the small group of mourners went inside, he moved closer. He stood outside the North Devon Crematorium on the outskirts of Barnstaple, a bed of purple crocus spread like a pool at his feet, and he watched from a distance as the hearse carried his father to the chapel of rest. The day they found the body on the shore, Matthew Venn was already haunted by thoughts of death and dying. Read the first three chapters of The Long Call, the first book in a new series by Ann Cleeves. ![]()
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