Watford Observer, October 5, 2005
The Watford portrayed (has) intrigue that would have local newspaper journalists salivating. There is murder, sex, corruption, cover-ups and more . . .
Product Description
Rookie detective Greta Pusey was sure conspiracy and corruption was being covered up - something fishy was going on at Watford's Shady Lane cop shop! Her boss said she was suffering from over-imagination. Maybe an overdose of woman's intuition? First a murder, then a nasty accident at the fairground, then missing town council officers...
From the Publisher
With more twists and turns than in a labyrinth, WATFORD UNDER WOOD is hugely entertaining. It's no surprise that it has just won First Prize for Fiction in the David St John Thomas Annual awards . . .
From the Author
I work with the Met at Ruislip, and my Commanding Officer loved my book. Plus I've had praise from readers as far afield as California. And Watford under Wood is now in its second edition, and the next two novels in the series are lined up and ready to go.
About the Author
Lynn Phillips has had a varied career, including working on a farm in Suffolk, running a laundry on a kibbutz, and being International Advertising Manager for Outspan for many years. Currently she is working with the Metropolitan Police. She is a member of the Society of Authors.
Excerpted from Watford Under Wood by Lynn Phillips. Copyright © 2005. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
Great things happened to me that month. First I got my Black Belt in karate, just when I was beginning to wonder if I could do it. Much more important than that, though, was that at last my transfer to CID came through, and I was no longer WPC Plod, but Detective Constable Greta Pusey! In plain clothes! Yippee! Then, thirdly, just to put the cap on everything, there was my first murder case. Oh yes, I nearly forgot. There was a fourth thing that happened, but it wasn't nearly in the same class as the others. It was just that I slept with Jim Robinson, the Long-Distance Lorry Driver, for the first time. Not what you'd call a thrilling event, but it certainly was another first . . .