Carver Rodgers from my latest novel The Truth Lies Buried joins us today to talk about his dog, Wilf.
Over to Carver …
‘When my late wife, Bliss arrived home one day with a bundle of grey fur that turned out to be a puppy, I was less than pleased. She called the dog Wilf after her favourite great-uncle. I was irritated because to begin with this little scrap of an animal did pools of wee on my polished oak floors that left watermarks and we won’t talk about pooh!
I’d never owned a dog, but Bliss had always wanted one. I don’t think either of us imagined that the animal would grow quite so big or eat quite so much. I insisted that the dog was well trained and Bliss, to her credit, researched and found a police dog handler to do the job with her. As a result, Wilf is extraordinarily obedient and knows a few extra moves that other dogs wouldn’t be trained in.
When Bliss died, I was amazed at how much comfort Wilf gave to me. He just lay at my feet most of the time, but his presence and our combined sense of loss drew us closer and now I couldn’t imagine life without the big, shaggy long-legged animal.
Just goes to show that something you are resistant to at the beginning can often work out for the best.’
Two children in a police waiting room, two distressed mothers, a memory only half remembered …
When Jenny Simpson returns to the seaside town of Borteen, her childhood home, it’s for a less than happy reason. But it’s also a chance for her to start again.
A new job leads to her working for Carver Rodgers, a man who lives alone in a house that looks like it comes from the pages of a fairy tale – until you see the disaster zone inside …
As Jenny gets to know Carver she begins to unravel the sadness that has led to his chaotic existence. Gradually they realise they have something in common that is impossible to ignore – and it all links back to a meeting at a police station many years before.
Could the truth lie just beneath their feet?
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