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
On the concrete ground at the back of Clay’s car, fragments of broken glass were scattered.
He pulled up, heard Hendricks slam his door shut. Stone joined him and they hurried towards Clay’s car.
‘Why did you come here on your own, Eve? For fuck’s sake…’
No reply.
Stone arrived at the back of the car, saw the ceiling light flickering inside, but no one and nothing on the back seat.
With mounting dread, he looked at the empty space behind the wheel and made out blood spray on the windows.
He opened the driver’s door and saw Clay slumped forward, the back of her head matted with blood.
Gently, he lifted her head from the lower half of the steering wheel and said, ‘Eve?’
He lowered her back on to the seat and checked. Her airways were unblocked. She was breathing, and with his index and middle finger he made out a pulse.
‘Eve?’
Stone lifted her from the driver’s seat and lay her on the ground at the side of the car, placing her in the recovery position.
As he did so, her eyelids fluttered and she winced.
In the background, Stone heard Hendricks calling for an ambulance.
‘Eve, it’s me, Karl Stone. Bill Hendricks is here. You’ve been attacked but you’ve survived and medical help is on its way. Can you hear me?’
She gave the slightest nod of the head and spoke a word that Stone couldn’t make out.
‘Don’t strain yourself, Eve, just stay still and listen to my voice.’
In the background, there was an approaching siren.
‘That’s the paramedics. Listen, we followed you on CCTV. You turned around on Sefton Street and headed directly to the multi-storey car park. That’s how we found you. Try and get your thoughts straight. Why did you come here, alone? What happened when you arrived here?’
Little by little, her eyes opened and her voice became clearer, but the meaning was still lost to Stone.
The paramedics’ car turned on to the fourth floor, its siren dying.
She whispered.
‘Closer ...’
Stone placed his lips as close to her ear as possible.
Clay straightened up.
‘Slow down, Eve,’ said Stone.
‘Slow down?’ She turned, looked at him and blinked herself into consciousness.
‘I saw it! I saw. The Ghoul. Its eyes.’
90
10.05 pm
As Detective Sergeant Gina Riley walked into Interview Suite 1, Edgar McKee looked directly at her, his legs outstretched under the table and feet poking out on the other side. He smiled at her, appeared happy and relaxed, and when she sat opposite to him, he extended his hand.
‘Keep your legs in, Mr McKee.’
He withdrew his legs and his hand.
She weighed him up with a penetrating glance and looked to Cole at her side.