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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
  62. By the same author:
  63. About the Publisher

‘Wild Bill was impressed no end by the gun thing,’ he said. ‘But what he really liked about me was how I excelled at violence. You may not believe that, because I’m not a big man. And back in Moston in the bad old days, when I was very young, that made me a target for every kind of bully. It began with my father, who hammered me regularly for the most minuscule things. But mainly it was this big kid in the neighbourhood – Arun Swaraj. He gave me a kicking every single day. Until my father saw it happen and refused to let me in the house afterwards. He put an empty milk bottle in my hand and said that I couldn’t come home until I’d smashed it over this guy’s head. I knew he meant it. So that was what I did. Arun went down like the pathetic sack of shit he was. But the really amazing thing was the way his wingmen ran away. My father taught me an important lesson that day, DC Clayburn. Violence works. Especially the nasty kind. The kind from which there is no coming back. That kind of violence doesn’t just earn you respect, it can actually earn you a living.’

Lucy was stunned, not just by how unconcernedly he was revealing his criminal past to her, but by how long he was taking to do it. It was a dead cert that they wouldn’t be telling her all this if they intended to let her live. But shouldn’t there be an air of urgency by now? She was a police officer who’d vanished from the grid. She’d be missed.

Unless that was the purpose of the delay.

Were they waiting to see what would happen?

They were clearly ready to run – the weighty travel-bag for example – but perhaps they weren’t sure whether that was a good option. Were there other cops out there, covertly watching them? Would they be followed if they ran? All of these had to be considerations. Or would it be safer to assume that any surveillance team should have reacted by now? Lucy was ‘local fuzz’ after all, not ‘Murder Squad’. So, might it indeed be the case that she wasn’t here as part of a larger operation? Might it be that the Torgaus didn’t need to flee at all?