Chapters (81)
- Cover
- Praise for Tess Stimson
- Dedication
- part one
- chapter 01
- chapter 02
- chapter 03
- chapter 04
- chapter 05
- chapter 06
- chapter 07
- chapter 08
- chapter 09
- 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
- part two
- chapter 37
- chapter 38
- chapter 39
- chapter 40
- chapter 41
- chapter 42
- chapter 43
- chapter 44
- chapter 45
- chapter 46
- chapter 47
- chapter 48
- chapter 49
- part three
- chapter 50
- chapter 51
- chapter 52
- chapter 53
- chapter 54
- chapter 55
- chapter 56
- chapter 57
- chapter 58
- chapter 59
- chapter 60
- chapter 61
- chapter 62
- chapter 63
- chapter 64
- chapter 65
- chapter 66
- chapter 67
- chapter 68
- part four
- chapter 69
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- Keep Reading …
- About the Author
- By the same author:
- About the Publisher
Well, not literally. Thank you, Ms Bullock, you can sit down now. My point is, not all psychopaths are wild-eyed serial killers. It’s a spectrum disorder, like autism. At one end, you’ve got Ted Bundy and Charles Manson and Jack the Ripper, Hollywood’s bloodthirsty predators.
And at the other you’ve got the brain surgeons and TV presenters and tech moguls and corporate business leaders. The people everyone needs to be ruthless and focused and unemotional in a crisis.
People like me.
When I tell people I’m a psychopath, their response is usually a mix of horror and fascination. I mean, who admits to being ‘deceptive, callous, manipulative, reckless, superficial, predatory’, right?
[Laughter]
And I’m not going to lie to you: I’m all of those things.
You’d think it’d put people off me, but no. You might be nervous, but you’re riveted and excited, too, aren’t you?
And why wouldn’t you be? I’m extremely charming when I want to be. I’m well-liked. I have lots of friends. Functionally, I’m a good person. I’m one of the ‘safe’ ones. I love to cook, and I’ve got a dark sense of humour. I often make people laugh. People come to me with their troubles.
So what makes me so different from most of you?
Well, I’m not going to bore you with lots of science about the amygdala and the orbital frontal cortex, but the bottom line is, psychopaths like me are biologically incapable of empathy.
A dozen scientific studies have confirmed it: we literally can’t feel your pain. We don’t experience fear or remorse. So we don’t care about blending into society. We’re not bothered by punishment or disapproval.
It’s a miracle more of us aren’t serial killers, to be honest.
We’ll lie and cheat to get what we want, but we don’t make moral choices; we make pragmatic ones. Usually we’re not out to get you. We’re like water: we’ll always find the quickest and easiest route to where we want to be, and if you get in our way, you’ll be washed away.
But we’re as capable of love and nurturing as we are indifference and destruction. Most of us aren’t a threat; remorse and empathy may not come naturally to us, but we can learn to care. It takes practice: it’s like learning a different language, and it’s exhausting. But we want to fit in, we want to be good people, and so we work at it.
Like I said, usually we’re not out to get you.
Usually.
A small minority of psychopaths have a predisposition to calculated violence; violence that’s cold-blooded and planned, and scary as hell.
I’m as terrified of people like that as you are. It’s not like psychos give each other a hall pass.