Descripcion del libro:
**Dead water**: It was one of those moments without time that strike at body and mind together with a single blow. A black shape, half-inflated, pulsed and moved with the action of the spring...
Alleyn had to get through the turnstile.
He picked up a stone, hit it home and wrenched at the handle. There was a click and he was through and running to the spring.
She was lying face down in the pool, only a few inches below the water. Her sparse hair rippled and eddied in the stream... The gash in her scalp gaped flaccidly and before he had moved the body over on its back... he knew whose face would be upturned towards his own.
