Back Shadows
Chapters (61)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright
  3. PRAISE FOR PAUL FINCH
  4. Dedication
  5. Table of Contents
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Chapter 16
  22. Chapter 17
  23. Chapter 18
  24. Chapter 19
  25. Chapter 20
  26. Chapter 21
  27. Chapter 22
  28. Chapter 23
  29. Chapter 24
  30. Chapter 25
  31. Chapter 26
  32. Chapter 27
  33. Chapter 28
  34. Chapter 29
  35. Chapter 30
  36. Chapter 31
  37. Chapter 32
  38. Chapter 33
  39. Chapter 34
  40. Chapter 35
  41. Chapter 36
  42. Chapter 37
  43. Chapter 38
  44. Chapter 39
  45. Chapter 40
  46. Chapter 41
  47. Chapter 42
  48. Chapter 43
  49. Chapter 44
  50. Epilogue
  51. Loved Shadows? Then don’t miss Paul Finch’s other unputdownable reads …
  52. A stranger is just a killer you haven’t met yet…
  53. Get back to where it all started with book one of the Heck series…
  54. A vicious serial killer is holding the country to ransom, publicly – and gruesomely – murdering his victims.
  55. DS Mark ‘Heck’ Heckenburg is used to bloodbaths. But nothing will prepare him for this.
  56. His worst nightmare is back…
  57. Heck needs to watch his back. Because someone’s watching him…
  58. Is your home safe?
  59. About the Author
  60. By the same author:
  61. About the Publisher

‘We, Frank?’ Pentecost wondered. ‘Or me?’

‘We,’ McCracken said. ‘We’re all in this together … that’s why I’m not taking yesterday’s losses personally.’

‘Perhaps you can elaborate on “wrong way”?’

‘For what it’s worth,’ McCracken said, ‘I think you’re dead right to assume this is a bunch of cowboys trying their luck. These are good-sized blags, but I don’t see any pattern to it. They’re hitting targets of convenience.’

‘Targets of convenience?’

‘Oh, they clearly know where the money is,’ McCracken said. ‘They’ve done their research. But everything’s a bit crazy, a bit madcap.’

‘I have to agree with that,’ Benny B spoke up. ‘I don’t see any Brink’s-Mat type planning behind any of this.’

‘Nevertheless …’ Pentecost swivelled round to peer accusingly at his fat security chief, ‘yesterday alone, they walked away with one-fifty K of our cash. Ours, Benny. No one else’s.’

Benny B reddened and looked at his knees; he was acutely aware that some of the underbosses were now briefing against him. If he’d let his body go to seed, they were asking, how far behind that was his head? Any more foul-ups like this, and his time spent as Bill Pentecost’s personal bodyguard when they were juvenile offenders back in Moston would most likely count for nothing.

‘And that’s my second point, Bill,’ McCracken interjected. ‘We shouldn’t underestimate them. They’re clearly good at this. That’s why I think we made an error putting out a general reward for intel. If anything, that’s proved counter-productive.’

Benny B, whose idea it had been, cut a sideways look at him. ‘You’d have done nothing, I suppose?’

‘Well, I wouldn’t have invited all the criminals of Manchester to eat each other,’ McCracken replied.

‘Like you’ve never beaten the shit out of anyone.’

‘The point is,’ McCracken said, ‘it’s brought us nothing but misinformation. You put a big reward out for intel, Benny – intel, not certainty! – and all it’s just been one big opportunity for a whole raft of lowlifes to get rich quick or pay off some old scores, or both.’

McCracken turned to address the rest of the Board.