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
‘Yes,’ she called back from the kitchen area. ‘Go into the middle section. There’s two standout shots.’
Clay pictured Edgar McKee’s sleeping form in the cell on the ground floor as she made her way into the central block of images. She slowed down and said, ‘Yeah, I see what you mean.’
She looked at a picture of Edgar McKee lying on a bed, knees bent and legs wide apart, with a large, open jar of Vaseline at his right hip. In his right hand he held a wooden rolling pin, which he had inserted into his anus.
The next shot was a close-up of his hand moving the rolling pin deeper inside himself.
‘Have you found the anal shots, Eve?’
‘Yes.’ Clay moved back to the close-up of his hand. ‘I hope he doesn’t roll out pastry with it afterwards. God!’ she said, as she touched the screen and honed in on the tattoo on his wrist.
Mum
1940–2001
Poppy walked back with two mugs of coffee.
‘Can you send this close-up to my phone, please, along with a selection of other pictures and definitely the two butt snaps.’
She dialled the front desk.
‘PC Watson, how can I help you?’
‘A message for Sergeant Harris, please. I want Edgar McKee in the interview suite first thing. Book him in for 8:30 am. Message his solicitor and tell her to be there sharp. Unless anything major happens in the meantime, I’ll see him then.’
Sipping her coffee, Clay pictured his face as he penetrated himself, the tattoo on his wrist and his muscles taut and tense. She heard a thump at the window and saw a seagull on the window ledge illuminated by the bright uplighters on the ground.
‘This isn’t natural,’ said Clay, to the beady black eye staring at her. ‘This isn’t natural at all.’
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4.08 am
The walls of Mason and Price’s room were lined with Edgar McKee’s clothes all in evidence bags, ready to be picked up for deeper investigation by Galton Solutions, the independent forensic laboratory.
Price surveyed the smaller haul from Edgar McKee’s locker in the abattoir. He took his camera and took pictures of the hairnets, the white wellingtons, the T-shirts, the underpants, the white leather apron, all separated out on the table.
‘Are you ready to start working through these?’ asked Price.
‘Yeah.’
At the other end of the table, Mason surveyed Edgar McKee’s library of pornographic DVDs and laughed.
‘What’s amusing you, Tez?’
‘They’re ordered alphabetically. How OCD is that? Starts with Aching For Anal and ends on You Wanna Fuck Me Right Now 2.’ Walking down the table to the clothes, Mason said, ‘What I don’t get is that he doesn’t have a copy of You Wanna Fuck Me Right Now, as in the first in the brief series?’