Wednesday, 20 February 2019

Mummy’s Favourite - blog tour


Mummy’s Favourite by Sarah Flint

About the author
With a Metropolitan Police career spanning 35 years Sarah has spent her adulthood surrounded by victims, criminals and police officers. She continues to work and lives in 
London with her partner and has three older daughters.

Follow Sarah: 
Twitter: @SarahFlint19
Facebook: @SarahFlintBooks

About the book
He's watching... He's waiting... Who's next?
Buried in a woodland grave are a mother and her child. One is alive. One is dead. DC Charlie’ Stafford is assigned by her boss, DI Geoffrey Hunter to assist with the missing person investigation, where mothers and children are being snatched in broad daylight. 
As more pairs go missing, the pressure mounts. Leads are going cold. Suspects are identified but have they got the right person? Can Charlie stop the sadistic killer whose only wish is to punish those deemed to have committed a wrong? Or will she herself unwittingly become a victim. 
A gripping, heart stopping serial killer read not for the faint hearted.. Perfect for the fans of Karin Slaughter.
What people are saying about MUMMY'S FAVOURITE: 'This book hooked me in from the 
start' 'This is fast paced crime writing at its best' 'If you like stories that keep you on the edge 
of your seat then this is for you' 'Kept me guessing right up to the the end’.


Julie Hubbard, forty-two years old, married only the once to Keith, was missing with their son Richard, aged fourteen. Their other son, Ryan, aged fifteen, was still with Keith. Both Julie and Richard were fit and healthy, neither had ever gone missing before and there was no suggestion that either might be mentally unstable, suicidal or had a history of self-harm.
Charlie scanned through the missing person’s report. There was a history of domestic violence; she’d check that out shortly. Julie had no recorded convictions, however Keith Hubbard was known for assault, possession of weapons, affray and public order offences. He was certainly a volatile and violent man. Julie may well have just left him. In fact, reading the report, the domestic situation certainly seemed 
as if it could be the reason for the two disappearances.
Other theories were mooted. Maybe Julie had taken Richard out of school early for some kind of mother/son bonding holiday. It was, after all, only two days before the Easter school holidays. Richard’s school was being contacted to confirm whether or not Julie had requested the absence.
Charlie suddenly thought back to her childhood. Her own mother, Meg, had made a point of having individual “special days” with her and her two half-sisters, Lucy and Beth, since that Wednesday many years ago when the family’s cosy existence had imploded. She had loved those days, alone with her mother, doing her choice of activity. Somehow those random days out with just Meg took away some of her 
loneliness; but they could never stop her hating Wednesdays.
The more Charlie thought about the theory of mother/son bonding though, the more she discounted it. It was inconceivable to her that Keith or Ryan, in particular, 
would not know they had gone away. She remembered the lengths Meg had gone to, to make sure she, Lucy and Beth were all aware of each and every special day. Her mum was always scrupulously fair and had to be seen to be fair. She had no favourites. Both her husbands had let her down but she loved her three daughters equally, irrespective of their fathers’ failings. No, there was absolutely no way that 
her mother would have taken one of them away for a weekend, or even a single day, without first clearing it with the others. It would be unthinkable.
She suddenly felt incredibly sad. She still saw her mother and sisters regularly but they had lost that closeness more recently. Lucy and Beth, the children of Meg’s second marriage, were still teenagers and were living at the family home in Surrey, sharing the same likes and dislikes in music, fashion and boys. Charlie had moved out to a rented flat in Clapham, nearer to work, and was living alone. She missed her sisters and her mother. Even though the drive was less than 45 minutes, she sometimes felt they were a million miles away. Especially her mum. She wished they 
could talk like they’d used to, but since her brother’s accident it was just too difficult.
The tannoy sounded and she snapped back to the computer screen, scrolling down to Keith’s statement. Initially he thought they might have gone away for the weekend 
without telling him so he didn’t bother to report them missing. Then when they didn’t return or contact him he presumed Julie had left him and taken the kid. Things hadn’t been too good between them of late. It was bollocks as far as Charlie was concerned. 
If he hadn’t known they were going, he should have reported them missing on the Friday night, or certainly by Saturday morning, when they hadn’t turned up. No mother takes one child and leaves the other; unless there was something wrong. Or there was something that Keith wasn’t telling them. Everything in the report left unanswered questions. Nothing made sense. There was something amiss and it started with Keith Hubbard

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