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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
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  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

‘The reward was withdrawn this morning,’ he continued. ‘That’s why I’m quite happy for you, Frank, to throw your entire team’s weight at this problem. I know you’ll play it sensible and low-key. So, I’ve actually taken an executive decision to pull everyone else back. And I mean right back … thus clearing the decks for a more direct method.’ He returned to his chair, and stood behind it, hands on the backrest, and said loudly: ‘You can come in now.’

The office door opened, and a trio of people sidled through it.

‘In case anyone here doesn’t already know these honoured guests, Benny …’ Pentecost nodded at Benny B, ‘perhaps you can enlighten them?’

‘Erm, yeah … absolutely.’ Benny B got to his feet and turned theatrically to the rest of the room.

All three of the newcomers, two males and one female, were dressed smartly in suits, but McCracken – who knew them by reputation, if not personally – was well aware that this was only for show, a temporary disguise by which they could occasionally slide out of the shadows and mingle with the ranks of the ordinary and the sane.

The man on the immediate left was known simply – or so Benny B said – as ‘Bojan’. He was about fifty-years-old, and despite his heavy physique, broad chest and shoulders, and his bull-thick neck, he didn’t look as if he carried much spare. His scalp was clean-shaven, and his face, which was almost too small for his huge head, was leathery and seamed with old scars. His eyes were tiny and apelike, but there was an odd, greenish glitter about them. It was difficult to tell whether his cruel smirk was a permanent fixture due to some old wound, or a mark of undisguised contempt for the gallery of English gangland lieutenants confronting him. Benny B introduced him as a Serbian-born former spec-ops captain who had served in the Yugoslav war of the late 1990s with ‘a specialist urban commando unit called Arkan’s Tigers’. If McCracken remembered rightly, Arkan’s Tigers had chiefly been notable for the gang rapes they indulged in and their massacres of innocent civilians, but why quibble over details? This trio hadn’t been brought here for their sweet and generous natures.