The Satchel by G R Jordan

The Satchel by G R Jordan

A bag is found hanging on a lonely tree in an Inverness park. Inside, a morbid collection of fists tell a tale of murder and intrigue. Can Macleod find the killer and stop a second show of hands?

Battle-weary Macleod must seek to understand a murderer's obsession when a bag of appendages turns up in a local park. But as the links between the victims become more apparent, the possible identities of the killer increases. Can Macleod sift the wheat from the chaff and stop the killer before another bag is full?

Don't raise your hand if you know what's good for you

GR Jordan is a self-published author who, at the age of forty, determined that in order to live a happy life, he needed to unleash his creative beast. His stories reflect the battle in life when integrity clashes with self-promotion, goodwill flinches at evil, and love catches us off guard when we're at our worst. He underlines everyday tensions with fresh views while taking his methodical, intelligent stalwarts on a roller-coaster journey of challenges, all the while suffering the banter of their provocative sidekicks, corrupting our world with his parade of wondrous and horrifying characters. Gary had worked at modifying the shape of cereal flakes and pushed a pallet truck for a career after graduating from Loughborough University, where he pretended to be a chemical engineer but ultimately played American football. Another highlight of his employment was watching vegetables freeze at -40°C, and he was also one of the Scottish Highlands' blind air traffic controllers.

He's progressed to answering the phone for folks in distress before dialing other numbers to help them. He has lived in most parts of the United Kingdom, but now resides on the Isle of Lewis in Scotland, where he divides his time between raising a young family with his wife, writing, learning to weave, and caring for a small flock of hens. Fortunately, his writing is affected by his diverse profession and life experiences, because the hens have not provided him with the poetical inspiration he had hoped for!