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Back The Game
Chapters (68)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. NOW
  4. One
  5. BEFORE
  6. Two
  7. Three
  8. Four
  9. Five
  10. Six
  11. Seven
  12. Eight
  13. Nine
  14. Ten
  15. Eleven
  16. Twelve
  17. Thirteen
  18. Fourteen
  19. Fifteen
  20. Sixteen
  21. Seventeen
  22. Eighteen
  23. Nineteen
  24. Twenty
  25. NOW
  26. Twenty-One
  27. BEFORE
  28. Twenty-Two
  29. Twenty-Three
  30. Twenty-Four
  31. Twenty-Five
  32. Twenty-Six
  33. Twenty-Seven
  34. Twenty-Eight
  35. Twenty-Nine
  36. Thirty
  37. Thirty-One
  38. Thirty-Two
  39. Thirty-three
  40. Thirty-Four
  41. Thirty-Five
  42. Thirty-Six
  43. Thirty-Seven
  44. Thirty-Eight
  45. NOW
  46. Thirty-Nine
  47. BEFORE
  48. Forty
  49. Forty-One
  50. Forty-Two
  51. Forty-three
  52. Forty-Four
  53. Forty-Five
  54. Forty-Six
  55. Forty-Seven
  56. Forty-Eight
  57. Forty-Nine
  58. Fifty
  59. Fifty-One
  60. NOW
  61. Fifty-Two
  62. Fifty-Three
  63. Fifty-Four
  64. Fifty-Five
  65. AFTER
  66. Fifty-Six
  67. Acknowledgements
  68. About the Author

This had to go one way only.

‘This interview is being recorded both visually and audibly. Investigating officers are Detective Inspector Patrick Hicks and Detective Sergeant Victoria Lee. Still not ready to tell us your name?’

He shook his head, then said ‘no’ for the benefit of the tape. He looked up at the camera in the corner of the room, wondering if anyone would ever see this video. If it would go that far. At the beginning of the day, he had no doubts it would. That he would be charged with multiple murders, plead guilty, and go quietly inside a prison for the rest of his life.

But that couldn’t happen without him giving them something tangible, rather than just stories.

‘That’s fine, we’ll come back to that,’ Hicks said, shuffling the paper in front of him. ‘We’ve identified the young woman whose body you were found with, you’ll be pleased to know. Holly Edwards.’

He kept a straight face. He’d known it would be coming eventually, but had hoped it would take a little longer to get to that point. He didn’t like the way Hicks was looking at him. Holding back a smirk, almost. Hiding something from him.

‘She was reported missing in Liverpool. How did she end up so far away from home?’

He was becoming nervous now, thinking of all the strands he’d left hanging. The threads he hadn’t been able to keep a handle on, before he’d been arrested.

The question still hung in the air between them, as he tried to think of the correct way to answer. He shrugged his shoulders instead of talking.

‘Not important right now, I suppose,’ Hicks said, as he shared a quick look with the detective sitting next to him. ‘We can get back to that. I think the bigger question is how you came to be a serial killer, as you tell us. The fact you’ve been running around this country, killing all these people without being caught out. We’d have no idea, if you didn’t sit down there and tell us, either… which doesn’t make much sense. Especially when of the eight names you’ve given us, only one, before this last week in Liverpool, has been determined to be a suspicious death.’

‘Maybe you weren’t looking hard enough?’ he replied, but he could feel it all slipping away from him. He placed his hands under the table, so they couldn’t see them shake and tremble. Gripped a hold of his leg to stop it jumping up and down in response. ‘It’s not my fault if you’ve missed it all this time. That’s for you to sort out.’