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Chapters (65)
  1. Title Page
  2. Dedication
  3. Without Whom
  4. Saturday
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Sunday
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Monday
  18. Chapter 12
  19. Chapter 13
  20. Chapter 14
  21. Chapter 15
  22. Chapter 16
  23. Chapter 17
  24. Chapter 18
  25. Chapter 19
  26. Chapter 20
  27. Chapter 21
  28. Chapter 22
  29. Tuesday
  30. Chapter 23
  31. Chapter 24
  32. Chapter 25
  33. Chapter 26
  34. Chapter 27
  35. Chapter 28
  36. Chapter 29
  37. Chapter 30
  38. Chapter 31
  39. Chapter 32
  40. Chapter 33
  41. Chapter 34
  42. Chapter 35
  43. Wednesday
  44. Chapter 36
  45. Chapter 37
  46. Chapter 38
  47. Chapter 39
  48. Chapter 40
  49. Chapter 41
  50. Chapter 42
  51. Chapter 43
  52. Chapter 44
  53. Chapter 45
  54. Chapter 46
  55. Chapter 47
  56. Chapter 48
  57. Chapter 49
  58. Thursday
  59. Chapter 50
  60. Chapter 51
  61. Read on for an exclusive short story by Stuart MacBride
  62. By Stuart MacBride
  63. About the Author
  64. Copyright
  65. About the Publisher

He pointed at the centre of the pentagram, where four words sat inside the innermost band. ‘Septen, merid, orien, occid – north, south, east, and west. They orient the circle. The next layer: those things that look like musical notes? They’re the letter Tau, last character in the Hebrew alphabet, they stand for the perfection of God’s creation.’ He shifted over a couple of paces. ‘Next band out is, Eloah, Tetragrammaton, Eheieh, and Elion – Tetragrammaton represents the true name of God, the rest are emanations. And all around the outside is: Miserere mei Deus secundum magnam. Basically, “Have mercy upon me, oh God, according to your loving kindness.”’

Logan opened DI Leith’s folder and pulled out the crime-scene photographs. Selected one that showed the whole room, then held it out. ‘Victim was staked out in the middle.’

Alex held a hand against the base of his throat, as if he was trying to swallow something stuck there. ‘OK, that’s just wrong.’ He made a gulping sound. Then a groan. Then lurched to his feet and stumbled for the door, making the walkway clang. Thump, out into the back garden, ripping his facemask off.

The door swung shut again, silencing the sound of violent retching.

Chapter 25

25

Samantha made chewing noises down the phone at him, as if she was eating something. ‘Well, you can’t just do nothing and hope it’ll go away, can you? ’

Logan wandered up the street in the hazy sunshine, plastic bag from the wee shop swinging at his side. ‘Well, what am I supposed to do? I can’t accept a cheque for—’

‘You’re not accepting it, are you? All you’re doing is nominating a charity.’

‘But that makes me—’

‘No it doesn’t. Thirty grand could make a massive difference to some charities, so grow a pair and pick one.’

He stopped, leaned against a garden wall, and peered down the street at the handful of journalists and TV crews loitering outside the Abernethy house, doing bits to camera with the ‘FOR SALE’ sign and line of ‘POLICE’ tape in the background. They looked about as bored as it was possible to be and still remain awake. ‘It’s not right.’

‘You’re getting as bad as Rennie.’ More chewing. ‘Fancy Chinese for tea tonight? ’

‘Can’t, I’ve got that NPIA review thing. And what am I supposed to do about being executor for Wee Hamish’s will? ’

‘That I can’t help you with. Don’t stay out too late.’ And she was gone. Some rotten sods just enjoyed other people’s misfortune.