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
‘You just threatened Erica, Mr McKee. You said, I’m coming for you next. Next? Who did you go for before?’
McKee covered his face with his hands.
‘Norma Maguire. Edgar McKee. Was there a third person involved in this barbarity?’
There were tears in Edgar McKee’s eyes.
‘I’ll ask again. Was there a third person involved? Give me a name.’
‘No, there wasn’t!’ He screamed and jumped out of his seat. ‘No! No! No! How do I know?’
Clay lay her hand on Riley’s sleeve. ‘Did you hear that? We aren’t looking for a third party. Straight from the horse’s mouth. It’s just McKee and Maguire we’re dealing with. We’re going to close the interview there.’
‘You tricked me into saying that. I’m not involved in murdering women.’
‘I think we’ve now got a rather substantial motive for why these murders have been happening. You’re threatened by women. Every woman on the planet is a living reminder of your inadequacy as a man. So what do you do to that threat? Snuff it out. The only good bitch is a dead bitch. Who is Norma Maguire to you? Maybe it’s time to tell me, Mr McKee. She’s your partner. You’ve stepped over the last line together. You’ve murdered together. Don’t insult me. Don’t tell me you don’t know her.’
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1.20 pm
As he walked away from the medical records office of the Royal Liverpool Hospital, Winters called Clay.
‘How’d it go, Clive?’
‘According to the records, Edgar McKee’s had no treatment in his life for any physical illnesses but was briefly under the shrink for his sexual dysfunction. He went for cognitive behavioural therapy but he wasn’t a model patient. In the end the hospital discharged him because he wouldn’t do the work. He thought that Viagra was going to be the cure-all but as we’ve learned from Susan Hurst, it was a no-show.’
‘What about Norma Maguire?’
‘Thirty years ago, she was admitted to A & E with spinal injuries. 19th August, 1991. She’d been to Crosby Beach with her father, Terry Maguire. She’d been swimming. On the way back to Liverpool, a truck heading towards Hornby Dock went into Maguire’s Bentley. Driver fell asleep at the wheel. Her father walked away without a scratch but Norma was admitted to the Royal with spinal injuries. A week after she’d been admitted, Norma’s mother, Catriona West, signed her daughter out and transferred her to a private clinic. There the trail goes cold.’
‘It didn’t say which clinic?’
‘No. The initial medical examinations said she’d never walk again. I’m on my way back.’