Back The Copycat
Chapters (50)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Author
  3. Dedication
  4. Prologue
  5. FOUR DAYS BEFORE
  6. Sour Hound
  7. Sucked Back In
  8. Lucie Muller
  9. White Wolf, Black Wolf
  10. THREE DAYS BEFORE
  11. Crumbled Away
  12. Bit of a Punk
  13. Disturbance in the Force
  14. Knocking the Walls Off
  15. Don’t Call Me, I’ll Call You
  16. Appropriately Medicated
  17. Friends in Common
  18. Lifestyle
  19. Who?
  20. Oscar
  21. Police Brutality
  22. TWO DAYS BEFORE
  23. Sorry
  24. Client Confidentiality
  25. Glass
  26. Chateau Lafite 2000
  27. There’s a Man With a Gun
  28. For Your Own Safety
  29. Fire
  30. Stark Night
  31. ONE DAY BEFORE
  32. Green
  33. It’s Not The World – It’s How You Look At It
  34. Familiar
  35. Volunteer Number Six
  36. A Very Dangerous Game
  37. DAY ZERO
  38. Junk
  39. Just Like the Others
  40. Burn
  41. Is This a Joke?
  42. Schizo
  43. Sour Hound II
  44. Moonlight
  45. Make Them Pay
  46. Bite
  47. Epilogue
  48. Acknowledgements
  49. WELCOME TO AMSTERDAM
  50. THE BEGINNING

‘If I’d known about alcoholics then I would have got out right away, but I didn’t. I told myself he was sorry. I believed him when he said it wasn’t going to happen again, that it was going to be okay. Stupid. But it was okay for a couple of weeks, and I was almost forgetting it when he came home later than usual one night. Which is when this happened.’ She reaches her hand round to her back. ‘I threw him out after that, but he kept coming back late at night, banging on the door. I had to call the police, your lot. Have to say I wasn’t that impressed; this guy just told me to stay inside. So I terminated the rent and got another place. Seemed like the only thing to do.’

‘But then he found you again.’

‘That was just bad luck. I was walking home from work and I heard someone call my name. He was at that bar, standing outside on his own, having a drink.’

‘You think it was?’

‘Was what?’

‘Bad luck?’

‘Well, it wasn’t good luck. Unless you mean because we got to meet …’

I agree with her. But what I really meant was, was it simply bad luck Tom had been there on her route home? Or something else. Something more akin to a plan?

I fall asleep thinking I might just look him up on the system tomorrow.

The whiskey started off rich and full and peaty. A whole world to dive into after the long day. Now, at the bottom of the second glass, it just tastes harsh, tastes like alcohol and little else. He knows he should be going to bed; he has to be back in the office first thing, but with all that’s going on he’s not been able to sleep. The whiskey had seemed like a good compromise. He’s just considering popping a couple of painkillers, the ones he swallowed earlier to stave off the migraine not enough to see him through the night or fend off the assault the single malt is going to mount in a few hours, when his phone lights up.

‘Bad news. My source there says he’s actually on the team now, officially.’

‘Where is he now?’

The words feel a little off in his mouth, not exactly slurred but just … off. He hopes it’s not obvious.

‘He’s been out all evening with a woman, but he’s back at his houseboat now.’

‘I’m beginning to wonder if we shouldn’t act pre-emptively. I’ve been told we can send a little message.’

‘Thing is, the woman’s still with him. At this stage it’s fair to assume she’s staying the night, which kind of complicates things.’

‘Keep watching. There’ll be an opportunity; you just need to be ready to take it.’