By Sian Busby
London, July 1946. A woman's physique is located in a disused bomb website off the Holloway street. She is pointed out as Lillian Frobisher, "a good spouse and mother" who lived along with her kinfolk close by. The police suppose that Lillian should have been the sufferer of a sexual attack; but if the post-mortem reveals no proof of rape, they flip their cognizance to her inner most existence - How did she turn out to be within the bomb website, a widely known lovers' hang-out? Why used to be her husband possible unaware that she'd did not come domestic at the evening she was once killed? during this deeply evocative crime drama, Sian Busby strips away the veneer of stoicism and respectability in post-war Britain to bare a society riven with disillusionment and loss.
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A Commonplace Killing by Sian Busby