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Chapters (63)
  1. PRAISE FOR PAUL FINCH
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. Chapter 36
  41. Chapter 37
  42. Chapter 38
  43. Chapter 39
  44. Chapter 40
  45. Chapter 41
  46. Chapter 42
  47. Chapter 43
  48. Chapter 44
  49. Chapter 45
  50. Chapter 46
  51. Chapter 47
  52. A Stranger is just a killer you
  53. Do you know who’s
  54. Love Paul Finch? Then why not try his Detective
  55. A vicious killer is holding the country to ransom, publicly – and gruesomely – murdering his victims.
  56. DS Mark ‘Heck’ Heckenburg is used to bloodbaths. But nothing will prepare him for this …
  57. As a brutal winter takes hold of the Lake District, a prolific serial killer stalks the fells. And for Heck, the signs are all too familiar …
  58. Heck needs to watch his back.
  59. Is your home safe?
  60. A deadly hunt. A dangerous game. A man who plays with fire …
  61. About the Author
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  63. About the Publisher

‘First, I’m going to try and get a vet, to officially examine the remains in situ. Then … I’ve got a spare forensics tent in my garage at home. It’s seen better days, but it’ll do till we get the real thing.’ She glanced at the sky, where heavy yellowish clouds were gathering. ‘Last thing we need now is more rain.’

‘How you going to get a forensics tent all the way out here?’ he asked, as they passed the tree with the hanging doll. ‘Must be three quarters of a mile from that car park.’

Lucy pondered this as they stumped along. ‘I’ll get my Ducati. It’s in the shed at Mum’s. Should be able to carry the tent on the back of that.’

‘You can get your bike out here?’ He sounded sceptical.

‘More easily than I can get a car, wouldn’t you say?’

Peabody shook his head, evidently not liking the sound of it, but liking even less the idea that he was going to be stuck in this desolation for a bit of time yet.

‘How long before the CSIs get here?’ he asked.

‘How long’s a piece of string?’

‘Will it be tonight?’ It was a fatalistic kind of question, as if he already knew the answer.

‘I hope so,’ she said. ‘But I wouldn’t count on it.’

‘So, if it’s tomorrow … who’s going to stand guard all night?’ He sounded as if he knew the answer to that one as well.

‘Don’t sound so upset, Malcolm. This’ll be the easiest overtime you’ve ever had.’

Chapter 22

‘So,’ Charlie said over her glass of rosé. ‘Am I just supposed to be okay that you’re sending birthday greetings and bouquets of flowers to women I don’t know?’

Frank McCracken, who’d been distracted and preoccupied all through dinner, sipped his cognac. ‘Thought me and you had a kind of open relationship?’

‘Well, we do … but we have to draw the line somewhere. And you suddenly getting interested in old girlfriends again is a bit of a concern for me.’

To look at Charlie, one would never have expected any man in her company to have his head turned by another woman. Tonight, out for the evening, she was the ultimate blonde bombshell, platinum locks falling in snakelike curls down her back and shoulders, looks to die for, an hourglass physique wrapped to perfection in a strappy, flower-patterned, figure-hugging Versace dress, yellow Jimmy Choos with five-inch heels, which added even more lustre to her bronze, athletically toned legs.