Chris Martin, houswife turned reporter, was still hoping for a ceasefire at the end of her twenty-year marriage. Now living with Pete, shell-shocked from his own domestic life, she reckoned she'd learned a thing or two about marriage. So when the police decided that Rosemary Tindall, loving and supportive wife, homemaker, churchgoer and loyal employee, was just the unlucky, random victim of a serial murderer, Chris stayed obstinately unconvinced. In spite of an ulcer-obsessed editor, condescension from the constabulary and no more than erratic support from Pete, she was determined that there was more to this killing than met the eye.