Chapters (81)
- Cover
- Back Cover Text
- Praise
- Booklist
- Dedication
- About the Author
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Chapter Fifty-Two
- Chapter Fifty-Three
- Chapter Fifty-Four
- Chapter Fifty-Five
- Chapter Fifty-Six
- Chapter Fifty-Seven
- Chapter Fifty-Eight
- Chapter Fifty-Nine
- Chapter Sixty
- Chapter Sixty-One
- Chapter Sixty-Two
- Chapter Sixty-Three
- Chapter Sixty-Four
- Chapter Sixty-Five
- Chapter Sixty-Six
- Chapter Sixty-Seven
- Chapter Sixty-Eight
- Chapter Sixty-Nine
- Chapter Seventy
- Chapter Seventy-One
- Chapter Seventy-Two
- Chapter Seventy-Three
- Chapter Seventy-Four
- Acknowledgments
At the bottom of all five About sections, alone, isolated, was the word—
ASCEND.
Chapter Nineteen
“Well, I always liked Matt. We used to hang out back in primary school. We were best friends—until, you know, they came into the picture.” Benny Masterson was moving some very unprepared parts of a dead pig around the closed butchers’ shop and it was very distracting. Robin was standing as far away as possible.
It was the next morning—Tuesday—and Robin had been waiting for the butchers’ to open, when Benny let him in early. The young man seemed almost impossibly friendly, clashing with his gruesome surroundings.
“I saw them a few times. Around the town. Without Matt. So I told him. Didn’t know he was going to ‘go postal,’ did I?”
Robin opened his mouth and some kind of smell entered. He masked a choke and then pressed on with his question. “This was recently that you saw them?”
“Yeah,” Benny said, “I saw them just before the Incident, in the basement of The Hamlet. That was their usual place. Didn’t bother me—kept them out of the way. But yeah, they were there. When I told Matt about it, he went quiet, but I could tell he was fuming. That’s why I didn’t tell him about the other times.”
“The other times?”
Robin had to wait a moment as Benny ducked in the back and brought out a pile of what looked like lambs’ livers. Sure enough, he placed them in the counter display by the very same label. “Yeah, I saw them a few other times too. They were at the Claypaths’ at Christmas, even though Matt had told me over a pint they were all staying at their unis. I went over to give the Chief their Christmas order—turkey the size of Spaceship Earth and all the trimmings. Had to strap it onto my bike just so it wouldn’t bounce off if I hit a curb. Anyways, the Chief opened the door and I could hear them all having a grand old time in the front room. Knew Matt wasn’t there ’cos I’d seen him on the way shoveling snow off Frank Jaegar’s driveway. You know Frank Jaegar? Owns The Grey Fox. Nice guy.
“Anyways, same thing happened when I went to deliver at New Year’s. They were having duck. Who has duck for New Year’s? Not me, at least—not on my wages.” He gave out a great guffaw.
Robin wanted to stay on track. He looked at his watch and saw that Standedge Visitor Centre would be opening soon. “You don’t seem to like the Standedge Five very much.”