About the book
Blackthorn Vows
The Summons The letter arrived at 6:17 on a Thursday evening, when Dr Eve Harkin was standing barefoot on her kitchen tile with a mug of cold tea in one hand and a police transcript in the other. She noticed the envelope before she noticed the knock. Cream paper. Heavy. Her name written in black ink by a hand that had either been trained in convent cruelty or old money.