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Chapters (53)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Contents
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. Chapter 36
  41. Chapter 37
  42. Chapter 38
  43. Chapter 39
  44. Chapter 40
  45. Chapter 41
  46. Chapter 42
  47. Chapter 43
  48. Chapter 44
  49. Chapter 45
  50. Chapter 46
  51. Chapter 47
  52. Acknowledgments
  53. About the Authors

‘Let me talk to him,’ he said to Fraser. It was hot in the trailer, and the air was becoming humid with their perspiration.

The hostage negotiator shook his head but Patrick turned to Suzanne. ‘Please, tell him to let me do it. I understand him and I’m the only person here he’s met, even if it did end with him whacking me with a paperweight. I’m the only one he’s got a rapport with, however messed up. Let me try to talk him round.’

The DCI hesitated for a moment then said to Fraser, ‘Let him.’

Fraser acquiesced, informing Koppler that he was handing over. He passed the phone to Patrick, who had to resist a brief temptation to wipe the sweat off it first.

‘Dr Koppler,’ he said. ‘This is Detective Inspector Patrick Lennon. How are you feeling?’

The psychiatrist didn’t answer straight away and Patrick thought he might have hung up. He knew this was risky. Then Koppler said, ‘I should be asking you that, detective.’

‘Oh, don’t worry about me. My head is made of steel.’

‘What are you trying to do, detective? Talk me round? Try to be my friend?’

Patrick was keenly aware that everyone was watching him. Carmella, Suzanne, Fraser. Hardy, still with his arms folded, a deeply sceptical look on his face.

‘No,’ Patrick said. ‘None of that. I just want to give you the chance to talk, and I’ll listen. Because I bet you never get the chance to do that, do you? In your profession, others tell you all their problems, and you listen to them. But I reckon you deserve the chance to do the talking for once. Let others know how you feel.’

He felt foolish speaking the words, they sounded so clichéd and ridiculous to him, and for a moment he wished he hadn’t insisted on trying to do Fraser’s job for him. If Koppler was a bona fide psychiatrist he wouldn’t for a second buy all that guff – he was a highly intelligent individual who wouldn’t be taken in by impassioned rhetoric.

But to Patrick’s surprise, Koppler seemed to take the bait: ‘You don’t know what you’re talking about.’

‘Oh, I do, doctor. I know what it’s like to find yourself in a situation that you think there’s no way out of. When all you can see ahead of you is darkness. But I found a way through the darkness – and you will be able to as well.’