From Elizabeth Macneal, the Sunday Times bestselling author of The Doll Factory, The Burial Plot is an unstoppable thriller about murder, manipulation, and a young woman trying to wrestle power from the hands of a dangerous man. But he's always one step ahead . . .
London, 1839. Where the cemeteries are full and there is money to be made in death, Bonnie and Crawford lead a life of trickery, surviving off ill-gotten coin and nefarious schemes. Until one hot evening, their luck runs out. A man lies in a pool of blood at Bonnie's feet and now she needs to disappear.
Crawford secures her a position as lady's maid in a grand house on the Thames, still deep in mourning for its late mistress. As Bonnie comes to understand this family - the eccentric Mr Moncrieff, obsessively drawing mausoleums grand enough for his dead wife, and their peculiar daughter Cissie, scribbling imaginary love letters to herself from the mysterious Lord Duggan - so too does she begin to question what really happened to Mrs Moncrieff and whether her presence here is all part of some dark plan.
Because Crawford is watching, and perhaps he is plotting his greatest trick yet . . .
London, 1839. Where the cemeteries are full and there is money to be made in death, Bonnie and Crawford lead a life of trickery, surviving off ill-gotten coin and nefarious schemes. Until one hot evening, their luck runs out. A man lies in a pool of blood at Bonnie's feet and now she needs to disappear.
Crawford secures her a position as lady's maid in a grand house on the Thames, still deep in mourning for its late mistress. As Bonnie comes to understand this family - the eccentric Mr Moncrieff, obsessively drawing mausoleums grand enough for his dead wife, and their peculiar daughter Cissie, scribbling imaginary love letters to herself from the mysterious Lord Duggan - so too does she begin to question what really happened to Mrs Moncrieff and whether her presence here is all part of some dark plan.
Because Crawford is watching, and perhaps he is plotting his greatest trick yet . . .