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About the book
For a while, the rock festival at 'Sundays' went well. The sun shone, the bands played, and everyone - except a few angry neighbours - seemed to enjoy themselves.
Then the weather changed. And in a nearby quarry two lovers found a body
that made even Inspector Wexford's stomach lurch.
Dawn Stonor had been a local girl, back from London on a flying visit not even her mother could explain. The only clue that Wexford had was her strange connection with the star of the festival...
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