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Chapters (44)
  1. Dedication
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Chapter Sixteen
  18. Chapter Seventeen
  19. Chapter Eighteen
  20. Chapter Nineteen
  21. Chapter Twenty
  22. Chapter Twenty-One
  23. Chapter Twenty-Two
  24. Chapter Twenty-Three
  25. Chapter Twenty-Four
  26. Chapter Twenty-Five
  27. Chapter Twenty-Six
  28. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  29. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  30. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  31. Chapter Thirty
  32. Chapter Thirty-One
  33. Chapter Thirty-Two
  34. Chapter Thirty-Three
  35. Chapter Thirty-Four
  36. Chapter Thirty-Five
  37. Chapter Thirty-Six
  38. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  39. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  40. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  41. Chapter Forty
  42. About the Author
  43. Also by Stephen Booth
  44. About the Publisher

A moment later, Cooper was back in darkness, standing in front of a pocket watch that seemed to float in mid-air. When he moved his head, the time on the watch face changed. The hands flicked from eight minutes before ten o’clock to six minutes past, and then to a quarter past. Disturbingly, the Roman numerals were in the wrong place, too. He wondered if it was symbolic. Look, it’s later than you think.

‘Before you ask, there wasn’t anyone else in here. Did you think the lady might have come in the aquarium to meet someone?’

‘It was a possibility. Was she carrying anything when she came in?’

‘Come to think of it, yes. A carrier bag of some kind.’

‘And did she still have the bag when she went out?’

‘I can’t recall.’

In another hologram, Cooper watched an elephant turn into a pig, then a hippopotamus. Further along the wall, a man metamorphosed into a werewolf, and Dr Jekyll became Mr Hyde. Piped music played in the background, something soothing and a bit New Agey. But it was interrupted by noises from the amusement arcade downstairs: the rattle of coins, the blaring music of the video games. Real life intruded, even into a room full of illusions.

‘And that was it?’

‘Yes, that was it. Then she left.’

‘Back down the stairs?’

‘You have to exit through the amusements, but she didn’t stop in there. She was in a hurry to get out by then.’

‘When she got out on to the street, which way did she go?’

‘I couldn’t tell you.’

‘All right. Did you notice anything unusual about her manner?’

‘No. I got the impression she was killing time. In fact, I’d have said she came in to get out of the rain – except it wasn’t raining that day.’

‘How was she dressed?’

‘Oh, I dunno. A jacket of some kind. Not a coat . . . Like I said, it wasn’t raining, or even particularly cold.’

‘Colour?’

‘Black, I think. And slacks – trousers, you know, not jeans. She wasn’t scruffy.’

‘Oh? Did you get the impression she’d dressed up a bit to come out?’

‘Well, she’d made an effort, definitely.’

‘But not to come here? She was just killing time, right?’

‘She wasn’t looking for anyone in here, I don’t think. She hardly seemed to notice other people, except the children. She looked like a self-contained sort of person. Do you know what I mean?’

‘Yes, I know what you mean. Thank you for your time.’

As he left, Cooper noticed that a view from the camera in the thermal bath was projected on to a screen over the entrance. On a busier day, you could watch from the street as children fed the fish or threw their coins into the water, hoping for good luck.