title: A Prey to Murder
author:  Ann Cleeves 
description: or Masefield 's idea to sponsor an Open Day at her beautiful Grose Hill Hotel--a celebration designed to raise funds for the protection of the local peregrine falcons that had been her late husband's obsession. But who knew she'd be dead by teatime? Amateur detective George Palmer-Jones, who's always been a little in love with Eleanor, doesn't think it was the tea--and he's determined to find out which human did its preying.
zlib_text: Womans Murder Club 6 - The 6th Target
  
  Womans Murder Club 6 - The 6th Target
  Womans Murder Club 6 - The 6th Target
  
  Womans Murder Club 6 - The 6th Target
  
  Chapter 1
   
  A KILLER IN WAITING, Fred Brinkley slumps in the blue-upholstered banquette on the top deck
  of the ferry. The November sun glares down like a big white eye as the catamaran plows the San
  Francisco Bay, and Fred Brinkley glares right back at the sun.
  A shadow falls across him, a kid’s voice asking, “Mister, could you take our picture?”
  Fred shakes his head — no, no, no — anger winding him up like a watch spring, like a wire
  tightening around his head.
  He wants to smash the kid like a bug.
  Fred averts his eyes, sings inside his head, Ay, ay, ay, ay, Sau-sa-lito-lindo, trying to shut down
  the voices. He puts his hand on Bucky to comfort himself, feeling him through his blue nylon
  Windbreaker, but still the voices pound in his brain like a jackhammer.
  Loser. Dog shit.
  Gulls call out, screaming like children. Overhead, the sun