Chapters (156)
- A DATE WITH DEATH
- Also by Mark Roberts
- A Date With Death
- Copyright Page
- Contents
- The Past
- 1977
- Day OneWednesday, 1st December 2021CatoptrophobiaFear of mirrors
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- The Past
- 1979
- Day TwoThursday, 2nd December 2021OneirophobiaFear of dreams
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- The Past
- 1980
- Day ThreeFriday, 3rd December 2021MonophobiaFear of being alone
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- The Past
- 1982
- Day FourSaturday, 4th December 2021ThanatophobiaFear of Death
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- About the Author
- An Invitation from the Publisher
I’ve got this gut feeling... the memory of his words to Riley crawled from the darkness... especially now I’ve heard your voice...
Light from the concrete staircase filtered onto the level through the glass panels in the double doors.
She peered into the darkness ahead of her and tried, ‘Geoff? Please, Geoff, if you can’t speak and God knows I understand having just lost your lovely mother, please make a noise to let me know you haven’t thrown yourself over the side of the car park.’
Her voice and slowly advancing footsteps were now flattened as she imagined the space closing down on itself, condensing into a cube of crushed concrete, metal and flesh.
She looked to the left and saw sodium streetlight pouring past a concrete column supporting the weight of the floor above her head.
‘Geoff?’ A plea from the heart of a forlorn tease.
She turned again at the descending footsteps beyond the doors leading from the level. The footfall was followed by a bizarre and eerie whistling that sounded like it was pouring though a broken and tattered heart hung up to dry.
Clay looked through the glass in the doors and saw a blonde woman pass by the fourth floor. The blonde carried on and, although her hair looked vibrant and natural, she had the freakish air of an individual who had undergone too much poorly delivered plastic surgery.
And as quickly as she’d come into sight, she was out of sight.
This is my danger. This is my decision. This is my responsibility, she told herself as she walked deeper into the darkness. I opted to be the bait. And then I opted to go it alone.
Below, an ambulance screeched towards the front of the Royal and she either heard or imagined she heard something go click behind her.
She turned. Nothing.
‘Hello?’
I think we should meet up soon, get talking together face to face...
Just a memory.
‘Geoff?’ Nothing other than shadows as she made her way backwards towards the doors.
She turned, made out a broad band of switches and pressed them down, one after the other up to the eight.
Overhead in the ceiling in the ceiling, lights flickered and burst into life, drowning the shadows in blue illumination and swallowing the darkness whole.
She looked around at the space and saw that she was completely alone.
Clay put the Glock back inside her coat pocket and felt the deepest disappointment as she made her way back to her car, the only vehicle she could see on the fourth floor.
I won’t tell anybody, she replied to a voice inside herself. I won’t tell anyone on the team about what I did. I won’t tell Thomas about the risk I took. No one needs to know.