Keep Her Silent - blog tour

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About the author 

Theresa Talbot is a BBC broadcaster and freelance producer. A former radio news editor, she also 

hosted The Beechgrove Potting Shed on BBC Radio Scotland, but for many she will be most familiar 

as the voice of the station's Traffic & Travel. 

Late 2014 saw the publication of her first book, This Is What I Look Like, a humorous memoir 

covering everything from working with Andy Williams to rescuing chickens and discovering nuns 

hidden in gardens. She's much in demand at book festivals, both as an author and as a chairperson. 

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About the book 

Ooonagh O’Neil is back with another dark and chilling investigation…

͚Do that which is good and no evil shall touch you͛ 

That was the note the so-called Raphael killer left on each of his victims. Everyone in Glasgow - 

investigative journalist Oonagh O'Neil included - remember the murder of three women in Glasgow 

which sent a wave of terror through the city. They also remember that he is still at large... 

When the police investigation into the Raphael killings reopens, Oonagh is given a tip off that leads 

her straight to the heart of a complex and deadly cover-up. When history starts to repeat itself, it 

seems the killer is closer than she thinks. Could Oonagh be the next target...? 

Authentic and gritty, Keep Her Silent is a gripping and page-turning thriller that will leave you 

breathless. Perfect for fans of Susie Steiner, and Karin Slaughter, Patricia Gibney. 

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EXTRACT

It was mid-afternoon but the bar was dark and cosy. Alec sat across from her. She’d 

begun to depend on him more and more since the attack. He was the nearest thing she 

had to a big brother and she always wondered what her life would have been like had 

she not been an only child. 

‘Can I tell you a secret?’

Oonagh felt a slight tingle of excitement prick her skin. DI Alec Davies didn’t do 

secrets. ‘Yes, please.’ She took a large gulp of red wine and settled back in her chair. 

‘This is strictly off the record.’

She held up two fingers, the opposite of her Girl-Guide promise, and gave him the 

V sign. ‘You have my word as a tabloid journalist.’

‘I’m serious, Oon.’

‘C’mon, you wouldn’t even bring it up if you thought I’d blab.’

He took a long sip of his pint, not taking his eyes off her. They went back a long 

way; she trusted him implicitly. She guessed it wasn’t quite a two-way street. 

‘We’re resurrecting a cold case from 1975.’

Oonagh slid forward on her seat. Alec dropped his voice. 

‘D’you remember the Raphael killings? You’d maybe be too young to remember.’

Oonagh settled her empty glass on the table and nodded; didn’t want to break the 

flow of the conversation. She remembered Raphael; he’d killed three women in 

Glasgow, which had sent a wave of terror through the city. He’d never been caught 

and people still talked about him to this day. She’d only been a kid when he’d carried 

out his crimes but he’d become so much part of Glasgow folklore that she was sure 

she remembered. He’d earned his nickname because of the biblical quote he left on

each victim: ‘Do that which is good and no evil shall touch you,’ a quote attributed to 

the Archangel Raphael. The women had been killed with one clean wound to the 

throat, sliced with a scalpel. The killings had stopped as abruptly as they’d started and 

as far as anyone knew Raphael was still at large. 

The waitress put two fresh drinks on the table, causing Oonagh to jump. ‘Couple in 

the corner sent them over.’ She tipped her head to the seat at the window where two 

middle-aged men raised their glasses and nodded. ‘It’s OK, they’re regulars. Not 

nutters.’

Oonagh smiled and mouthed an exaggerated thank you. 

Does that happen a lot?’ Alec pulled the fresh pint towards him, giving a brief nod 

in the direction of the window without turning his head. 

‘From time to time. More so recently, since…’

‘Quite the people’s champion, eh?’

‘Yes, quite, anyway, enough of this boring guff, can we get back to the 

conversation in hand?’

‘We think we may have a new lead.’

‘In the Raphael killings? Bloody hell. What?’

‘I can’t go into details at the moment, but there’s enough evidence to suggest that 

we may have DNA from the killer.’ Oonagh took in the enormity of what Alec was 

saying. She reached out to touch his hand. ‘And we think we can match it with a 

known suspect.’ He responded by giving hers a little squeeze. 

The news made Oonagh’s heart beat faster and she drew her hand away. She’d 

been looking for a decent story to get her teeth into for eighteen months now. ‘So who 

is he? Or can’t you give names at the moment?’

‘No names, no pack drill, all I can say is that our prime suspect has been dead for 

the past ten years.’

Oonagh sat back on her seat, obviously deflated. ‘Oh, shite.’

‘And I’ve got an exhumation order from the Scottish Office.’