Maxwell's Ride

Peter Maxwell is about to die . . .

That’s his view anyway as he plunges down a white-knuckled water ride at the local theme park with his nieces.

But screams of delight turn to screams of terror when the ride ends and reveals a more horrifying sight — a man slumped in the watery bottom of his float, his mouth open, his eyes staring. Dead.

He’s in the float Maxwell and his nieces were meant to be in.

How could a killer murder someone in broad daylight in front of hundreds of people, without anyone seeing a thing?

Nothing makes sense. Maxwell didn’t want to be on the ride. But the victim shouldn’t have been there.

The police have no leads. They can’t even find the bullet. It’s as if it never happened.

For Maxwell, theme parks are a fate worse than death. But if he is to find the killer before the school holidays end he must act quickly. Before the killer strikes again . . . this time closer to home.