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
Cecily Levin was dressed in a white bridal gown. She stood next to a tall, muscular man in a dark suit on the steps of a church, an intimidating individual who looked at the camera as if he was staring down Satan.
‘Terry Maguire,’ said Stone to himself, turning the page and seeing bride and groom among their guests. Marrying Terry Maguire was the end of your acting days, he thought, with a great degree of sadness. He was loaded and called the shots, offered you the security and lifestyle that film, TV and theatre probably never would.
He came to a picture of Cecily in a hospital bed on a private ward, holding a newborn baby. He guessed the baby was Norma Maguire. Cecily looked tired but enormously happy.
As he turned the pages, he saw the little girl growing up next to her mother and he looked at the pictures from Maguire Holdings propped against the wall. Norma Maguire in the different stages of her life.
He came to the end of the scrapbook and found two envelopes glued to the surface of the last page.
He opened the top envelope and saw Norma Maguire’s birth certificate.
He opened the bottom envelope and saw a marriage certificate.
Stone looked at the boxes and the neat cursive print inside them. Bachelor – Terrance Maguire. Spinster –
He looked at the bride’s name and muttered, ‘Holy fuck!’
Stone picked up his iPhone as Cole, Marsh and Wallace stopped sorting through the receipts and looked directly at him.
‘Found something?’ asked Cole.
He nodded.
‘Eve?’ He picked up the marriage certificate and headed for the door. ‘Where are you?’
‘The incident room. You OK?’
‘Better than OK. I’ve something to show you. I’ll see you in a couple of minutes.’
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10.05 am
Susan Hurst’s mother snored in the armchair in the corner of her daughter’s front room, buried alive in the deepest of sleeps.
In a playpen in the middle of the room, Susan’s elder son, Charlie, played with a set of interconnecting bricks while her baby son, David, sat on her lap drinking formula milk from the bottle in her right hand.
‘Thank you for agreeing to see me at such short notice,’ said Winters. ‘I can see you’re busy.’
‘On the phone you said it was about Edgar McKee. Is he still in police custody?’ asked Susan.
‘He is.’
‘I told you last time. You’ve got the wrong man.’
‘Time will tell, Susan, but for now he’s a suspect in a pretty disturbing series of crimes.’
She plucked the empty bottle from her baby’s lips and transferred him on to her shoulder, where she patted and rubbed his back with motherly love.
‘How can I help you, DC Winters?’
‘Mind if I film our conversation?’ He took out his iPhone.