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
‘Edgar McKee’s impotent. It’s all in his head. He tried Viagra. Even that didn’t work. The brain to penis highway’s closed and bombed out. He simply can’t get a hard on.’
‘You wrote down that he performed anal sex on you.’
Susan shook her head as she sat down next to Winters.
‘Wrong way round. I perform it on him.’ Two images from Edgar McKee’s phone sailed through Winters’ mind. ‘I use a range of phallic-like objects and insert them into his anus.’
‘What about the other activity you mentioned?’
‘He likes to go down on me. It goes on for ages. It’s the best he can do. It’s all he can do. It’s boring beyond belief but I charge him top rate for it. He likes me to talk dirty while he’s doing his thing, which I can do on automatic pilot. I’m usually thinking about the kids, or what’s going to happen next with my mother, or what to buy for dinner when I go to Tesco.’
‘That’s an incredibly useful insight, Susan, thank you.’
‘He actually said he satisfied me?’
‘He told us he did satisfy you and he can tell when people bullshit him. You weren’t bullshitting, according to Edgar.’
He watched the knowledge sink deeper inside Susan and noticed the annoyance it caused her, and he couldn’t wait to get into his car and call Clay.
‘The cheeky bastard.’
‘In no uncertain terms, Susan. Is there anything else you can tell me about him?’
‘No. Is there anything else Edgar said about me?’
‘He said to tell you that when he got out of the swamp, meaning the police station, he was going to call you straight away.’
‘Well, I’ve got a message for him. Tell him from me to keep his money and fuck right off, the impotent piece of shit. There isn’t a man alive who can satisfy me on any level. Boasting about how good he is at my expense? Making himself look good at my expense? I’m just not having it. Edgar McKee? Give a man a good name, speak up for him when he’s in the shit and he throws shit back in my direction. He’s not making me look weak. Me and the girls are going to have a really good laugh about this.’ Winters zoomed in on Susan laughing. ‘You’ve cheered me up no end, DC Winters.’
‘I’ll pass your message to him directly. Can I have those numbers for Chloe and Erica, please?’
***
In his car, parked at the corner of Armitage Gardens, Winters called Clay and got her on the third ring.
‘How did it go with Susan Hurst?’
‘I’m going to send you a film of her. Edgar McKee’s managed to piss her off and amuse her in the same breath. Wait for this, Eve, you’re going to love Susan.’