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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
  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

It wasn’t just that investigating mundane crime was becoming a drag, Lucy didn’t think she could take much more of being stuck with Harry all day. His innate indiscipline constantly invited disaster for the pair of them, while his basic lack of ambition, his determination to get through each shift doing the bare minimum, his endless ruminations on his depressing life while he clock-watched and counted down the days to retirement (even though it was years and years away, for God’s sake!) was literally sapping her enthusiasm for the job.

She’d now firmly decided that she needed to be where the action was – like really where the action was, and she couldn’t help feeling that she’d just taken a very large step in that direction.

But the more immediate problem was how to secure these premises.

There was no way she could fix the door. The main lock was smashed, and though its three internal bolts remained intact, bolts could not be applied from the outside. In the end, all she could really do was pull the door back into its frame by hooking a finger into the damaged section, and hope that its now lopsided shape would jam it there.

Rather to her surprise, this seemed to work.

She stepped back, pleased. Even a relatively light kick would re-open it, but at least it looked closed. And anyway, the Squad would be here in the next few minutes. She half-contemplated waiting for them, just to be sure. But she didn’t want to miss Danny’s conflab with his grass, especially if they had similar notes to compare.

She hurried along the street. It was now nearly five, and the workmen she’d heard before had seemingly gone home. With no lighting in this district, full darkness had fallen; a couple of times she almost tripped over the age-worn cobblestones, but in due course she passed under the railway bridge, and rejoined the world of lit-up shopfronts, end-to-end cars and hurrying pedestrians. When she got back to her Jimny, she jumped in behind the wheel.

Tucker was indeed close by, but thanks to the early-evening traffic, almost twenty-five minutes had passed by the time she arrived, and she was all but ripping her hair out.