The Sad Man. A Dani Lancing Story
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  • Reads 418,080
  • Votes 5,877
  • Parts 7
  • Time 2h 38m
Complete, First published Oct 31, 2013
Police officer Tom Bevans is nicknamed the Sad Man by his colleagues. As a Family Liaison Officer he is always the bearer of bad news - it is his job to tell the friends and family of victims the fate of their loved ones.

But Tom is weighted down by crimes both old and new - haunted by the death of his best friend Dani, whose murder has never been solved.

When a rare opportunity emerges for Tom to take the lead in a horrific murder investigation, he is determined to get justice for the victim. A young girl has been found in her own home, cut so badly - and so carefully - that she has bled to death, leaving a deliberate pool of blood in the shape of angel wings....
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Peace can be sweet but vengeance can be sweeter. • • • Dani had only existed for ten years. Of course prior to that she went by a different name. A different girl with a much different life. But that girl was dead, slaughtered . . . or so they thought. Buried beneath a town full of lies and deceit, that girl never got justice, killed for a mistake that cost her life. Cost more than just her life. They covered it up, protected the man in power that should've been jailed for what he did to her, for what he allowed his men to do to her. That is what they were, men - monsters. She was just a girl. A girl wearing the wrong name. Yet she never screamed as they cut her open, never told them they had the wrong girl. Never told them she wasn't me, so I owe her my life. And theirs. Justice does not come in the form of our system, it comes in the form of a knife slashed across their neck, ear to ear until their blood spills the secrets they've kept buried all these years.