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
‘Eve, shouldn’t we be frying Norma Maguire first?’ asked Cole.
‘She’s a dead duck, Barney. Edgar McKee’s the biggest problem here. And if we don’t get a result from Terry Mason’s DNA hunt, we’ll probably be releasing him this evening. We’re going to expose him as a liar and destabilise his macho head. Let’s show him what his lady friend makes of him and his oh-so-pumped-up masculinity.’
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11.55 am
Edgar McKee looked at Riley and asked, ‘Who’s she?’
‘This is DS Gina Riley. The officer standing behind us is DS Bill Hendricks. I’m going to play back some of the remarks you made in a previous interview, on audio. Are you ready?’
Clay pressed play at the selected place.
Let’s just say the women I pay for sex don’t fake their orgasms. I’m better than good in bed. They tell me all the time. I know when people bullshit me. These women aren’t bullshitting me.
Clay turned the recording off.
‘Is that correct, Mr McKee?’
He smiled at her and she was sure the words wouldn’t you like to find out were running through his head. Edgar McKee glanced at Hendricks, smiling, seeking his affirmation and admiration but receiving absolutely nothing back.
She turned her iPhone round, paused at the place where Winters went in with the big money question.
‘Watch and listen, Mr McKee,’ said Riley. ‘We’ve been watching this, all of us have. The he that DC Winters is referring to is you.’
Clay waited, watched his eyes settle on the still image of Susan Hurst in her front room. She pressed play and released Winters’ voice into the interview suite.
‘He also said that he satisfied you and other women that he paid for sex.’
A cloud passed over Edgar McKee’s face.
‘Why’s she smiling?’ asked Clay.
‘She’s smiling at the idea that they had orgasms as a matter of course because you were so skilled at sex.’
‘Turn it off,’ said Edgar McKee.
‘You need to hear her response to this,’ said Clay as, on screen, Susan Hurst put her baby in the playpen.
‘How would he know what sexual intercourse with me or any of the other girls is like?’ asked Susan Hurst.
‘Turn it off!’ He slammed a fist down on the table. ‘Do you hear me?’
‘If you want further clarification, I can give you the mobile numbers for Chloe and Erica, his other regulars from my agency.’
‘I’ll take those numbers before I go but for now, tell me what you mean, Susan?’
‘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.’
‘Turn it off now!’ He stood up and within half a second Hendricks was at his side.
‘Sit down!’ said Hendricks.