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  1. CRITICAL ACCLAIM FOR LEIGH RUSSELL
  2. Glossary of acronyms
  3. Prologue
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‘What if something happens to me before you’ve had a chance to establish his identity? He’s a lunatic. What if I’m attacked again before you speak to him?’

‘Are you planning on going out tonight, sir?’

David shook his head. ‘Only to the car wash,’ he replied.

‘I suggest you leave that until the morning, sir, as you’ve been drinking,’ the constable said.

‘I can’t leave that shit all over my car overnight,’ David replied. ‘The sooner it’s washed off, the better. It’s probably already drying on the paintwork. I only left it this long so you could see for yourself what happened.’

After the policewoman left, David snatched up his car keys.

‘Don’t you think you ought to wait until tomorrow?’ Anne asked anxiously. ‘You heard what the police officer said.’

About to respond, David drew in a deep breath, feeling a horrible lightheaded sensation, which he put down to stress. It was all the fault of that maniac who was hounding him. David would never have admitted as much to anyone else, but he was frightened by the threats he had received. Of course he knew that his enemy’s aggression was nothing more sinister than a lot of hot air, but it was unnerving all the same. In a way he was almost pleased about the letter he had received. It was extremely unpleasant, but at least now the police would have to do something about it. He imagined the chief constable speaking sternly to the tall ungainly campaigner, the imbecile who thought he could do whatever he liked with impunity. Well, he was about to learn that there were laws protecting the rights of responsible citizens, and sending hate mail was a serious crime, especially when it threatened the life of an important public figure. The wooziness faded and he glared at Anne.

‘I’ll get my car cleaned when I damn well like. Can you believe it? They sent a constable to take my statement. A woman at that, and barely out of school. I’ve a good mind to call and speak to the chief constable about it.’

Still grumbling, he stomped out of the house. Glancing through the window, Anne saw that it was nearly dusk. The street lamps were lit.

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14

‘We need to talk,’ Ian said gruffly to Geraldine as he caught up with her in the police station car park.

The sky was overcast and the air felt damp with a hint of rain. It wasn’t even drizzling, but she suspected it wouldn’t be long before there was a cloud burst.

‘Yes, we certainly do,’ she agreed, thrusting her cold hands in her pockets as she turned to face him. ‘It’s about time you told me what’s going on, Ian. You can’t just breeze in and out of my life and expect me to –’