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Chapters (70)
  1. Title Page
  2. Contents
  3. Copyright
  4. Praise for Caroline Mitchell
  5. Also by Caroline Mitchell
  6. Dedication
  7. Epigraph
  8. Prologue
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  67. Epilogue
  68. Acknowledgements
  69. About Caroline Mitchell
  70. About Embla Books

Let me help you a little, God knows you need it. I’m the one who wiped that privileged waste of space, Angelica Irving, out. And she had been so delighted by my invitation. She thought it made her special! Isn’t that funny? All the reverence of their game playing … Don’t feel bad for her. She invited me in. She drew her own blood because she was so desperate to spend the night with the Midnight Man. You could say she got what she asked for. Girls like Angelica usually do.

Have you figured it out yet, or are you ready to throw in the towel? But then, an incompetent loser like you wouldn’t have the guts to enter the ring. I bet the cogs in that tiny brain of yours are turning now, aren’t they? Save yourself the embarrassment of bringing this to your police bosses. You won’t trace it back to me. It’s circumstantial evidence. You’ll have heard the term on one of those cop shows that you watch. Does it make you sad, knowing you’ll never make the grade? Even your cat hates you. But don’t worry, your time is coming. You weren’t meant to live, I’m just righting a wrong. Feel free to correct it any time you like. When you’re gone, then I will be too. So do the world a favour and swallow those tablets in your bedside drawer.

If that’s not enough motivation for you to end your miserable life, then here’s something else for free: there were four other players that night. Four other candles waiting to be snuffed out. For every day you’re alive the game continues. You know what you need to do.

The Midnight Man

Sarah gripped the kitchen counter as the words hit her with force once again. Was Angelica Irving really dead? And was this her killer? Her eyes flicked to the window. Was he watching her now?

Snatching the letter, she ran to each window and drew the blinds before checking the door again. His mocking words rang in her mind, playing on her insecurities. Someone who would never make the grade. Someone who tugged at her fringe. She dropped her hand from her hair. It was as if he had seen into her soul. How did he know everything? Her life, her habits, where she lived. She knew she had to report this, but she could not bear the shame. She felt naked. Exposed. But her tormentor had mentioned four other players. Who were they? And who would write her a letter fuelled with so much hate? She started as the phone rang from the hall, the dring dring of the old-fashioned handset echoing in the empty space.