Chapters (63)
- PRAISE FOR PAUL FINCH
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- A Stranger is just a killer you
- Do you know who’s
- Love Paul Finch? Then why not try his Detective
- A vicious killer is holding the country to ransom, publicly – and gruesomely – murdering his victims.
- DS Mark ‘Heck’ Heckenburg is used to bloodbaths. But nothing will prepare him for this …
- 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 …
- Heck needs to watch his back.
- Is your home safe?
- A deadly hunt. A dangerous game. A man who plays with fire …
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‘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.