In the end they buried him before they walked away. Not deep, but a dip in the ground scraped out beneath a scattering of walnut shells . . . They didn't leave a marker; only the mud on their boots told the tale. And the treasure that came last from the dead man's pockets: Pawn ticket no.125; That small square of blue. Praise for The Other Mrs Walker 'One of the strongest debuts of the year' Herald 'Wonderful . . . I can't wait to see what this author has up her sleeve next' Daily Mail