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Chapters (65)
  1. Cover
  2. Copyright
  3. Dedication
  4. Chapter 1
  5. Chapter 2
  6. Chapter 3
  7. Chapter 4
  8. Chapter 5
  9. Chapter 6
  10. Chapter 7
  11. Chapter 8
  12. Chapter 9
  13. Chapter 10
  14. Chapter 11
  15. Chapter 12
  16. Chapter 13
  17. Chapter 14
  18. Chapter 15
  19. Chapter 16
  20. Chapter 17
  21. Chapter 18
  22. Chapter 19
  23. Chapter 20
  24. Chapter 21
  25. Chapter 22
  26. Chapter 23
  27. Chapter 24
  28. Chapter 25
  29. Chapter 26
  30. Chapter 27
  31. Chapter 28
  32. Chapter 29
  33. Chapter 30
  34. Chapter 31
  35. Chapter 32
  36. Chapter 33
  37. Chapter 34
  38. Chapter 35
  39. Chapter 36
  40. Chapter 37
  41. Chapter 38
  42. Chapter 39
  43. Chapter 40
  44. Chapter 41
  45. Chapter 42
  46. Chapter 43
  47. Chapter 44
  48. Chapter 45
  49. Chapter 46
  50. Chapter 47
  51. Chapter 48
  52. Chapter 49
  53. Chapter 50
  54. Chapter 51
  55. Chapter 52
  56. Chapter 53
  57. Chapter 54
  58. Chapter 55
  59. Chapter 56
  60. Chapter 57
  61. Chapter 58
  62. Chapter 59
  63. Keep Reading ...
  64. Also by Derek Landy
  65. About the Publisher

“Fear is a choice no man makes, but all men must endure,” Javier corrected.

“That’s it!” Warrick cried. “That’s the one! This is amazing! This is wonderful! So did you fall in love on set, or what?”

Javier’s smile became puzzled. “Sorry?”

Virgil frowned. “Uh, Warrick, we’re not … an item.”

“You’re not?”

“I’m just helping Virgil solve the mystery,” Javier explained.

“What mystery is that?” Ronnie asked.

“You first,” said Virgil. “What brings you to town?”

“A kid is in trouble.”

“Who, this Cooke kid?” said Virgil. “But you’re not from here, so what do you care? It’s hardly any of your business.”

“Well,” said Warrick, “that’s the problem, isn’t it? It’s never anyone’s business, not if they can help it. So, while everyone looks the other way and makes excuses and ignores what’s going on right in front of them, innocent people are dying.”

“Again I ask, why are you taking an interest?”

“It’s what we do,” said Ronnie. “We help people.”

Virgil nodded, and smiled. “Good. That’s good.”

“Tell us about this mystery you’re working on.”

“Not just a mystery,” said Virgil. “A murder mystery. My neighbour got killed a few nights ago. I saw it happen. The killer’s a guy called Oscar Moreno, owns the hardware store on Appletree Street.”

Linda frowned. “It, uh, it’s not much of a mystery if you already know who the killer is.”

“Ah, but there’s the rub. It wasn’t Oscar Moreno who killed him. Well, it was, but he was also someone else. Taller. Thinner. Weird skin and a big mouth.”

Linda took out her phone, brought up the picture she’d taken of the Narrow Man drawing. “He look anything like this?”

Virgil put on his spectacles, and peered at the phone. “Yep,” he said. “That’s him. Well, roughly.”

“Let me see,” said Javier, shuffling in. “Who is he?”

“He’s called the Narrow Man,” Linda said. “Pretty much an urban myth until now.”

“It was no myth that killed my neighbour,” Virgil said. “It was a shapeshifter.” He held up a hand. “Now, before you dismiss me as a nutcase, hear me out. I have a computer, and Javier knows how to use it.”

“I took a course,” Javier explained.

“Last night,” said Virgil, “we were doing some research. It was that … that Narrow Man guy that did the killing, but as he was leaving the house he turned into Oscar Moreno.”

“Wearing my face,” said Javier. “An exact copy of my face.”

“That’s right,” said Virgil. “He changed his looks, his height, his weight … I think that’s all they can do, though.”

“That’s what the website said,” Javier nodded.

“Yeah,” said Virgil. “Shapeshifters can change their appearance, but only in a limited kind of way. I’m not talking about him turning into a panther or anything like that. This isn’t Manimal.”