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  1. Cover
  2. FIND THEM DEAD
  3. Dedication page
  4. Maps
  5. 1
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  21. 17
  22. FOUR MONTHS LATER
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  117. GLOSSARY
  118. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  119. NOW A MAJOR ITV SERIES
  120. I FOLLOW YOU
  121. 1
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  123. 3
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  125. 5
  126. 6
  127. DISCOVER THE ROY GRACE BOOKS
  128. FIND THEM DEAD
  129. The Detective Superintendent Roy Grace books in order
  130. Also by Peter James

To his dismay, it had pelted with rain through the Saturday morning. And he realized he didn’t know Lynette’s number – nor even her last name. Lynette was all he had. By 3 p.m. the rain had eased to a light summer drizzle. With the condoms safely in his blazer pocket, trembling with excitement, reeking of aftershave and his teeth freshly brushed, he walked out across the field towards the bushes. He held his parka folded under his arm to keep it dry. They could lie on it, he planned.

3.30 p.m. passed, then 4 p.m., then 4.30. His heart steadily sank. At 5 p.m. he traipsed, sodden and forlorn, back to his school house. Maybe she’d come tomorrow if the weather was better, he hoped, desperately, his heart all twisted up.

Sunday was a glorious sunny day. He again waited all afternoon, but she never appeared. Nor the following weekend.

It had been three agonizingly long weeks before Marcus saw Lynette again. Three weeks in which he’d fantasized over her, constantly. Three weeks in which she was never out of his thoughts or his dreams, distracting him hopelessly from his studies. On the Saturday morning, after class, he’d changed into shorts and a T-shirt and mooched down into the town, hoping against hope that he might find her there shopping.

Then to his excitement he saw her! At last! Outside a bikers’ cafe. She’d dismounted, right in front of him, from the rear of a motorcycle pillion. The guy she was with was a bearded, tattooed hulk, in brass-studded leathers.

Marcus stopped dead and stared as she removed her helmet and shook out the long strands of her hair, tossing her head like a wild, beautiful free spirit.

‘Hi, Lynette!’ he said.

She didn’t even look at him as she put her arm around her hulk and kissed him. Holding their helmets, they strode towards the cafe.

‘Lynette!’ he called out. ‘Hi, Lynette!’

As he hurried towards her, she shot him a disdainful, withering glance and strutted on.

The biker stopped and blocked him. ‘You got a problem, fatty?’ He held up a tattooed fist glinting with big rings. ‘Want a smack in the mouth?’

‘I – I just wanted to say hello to Lynette!’

She had stopped and stared at him, then turned away, dismissively.

Marcus had watched as, arm in arm, they’d entered the cafe.