The Night Thief
THE
NIGHT
THIEF
A gripping crime thriller full of stunning twists
JOY ELLIS
DI Jackman & DS Evans Book 8
Joffe Books, London
www.joffebooks.com
First published in Great Britain in 2021
© Joy Ellis
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places and events are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental. The spelling used is British English except where fidelity to the author’s rendering of accent or dialect supersedes this. The right of Joy Ellis to be identified as author of this work has been asserted in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
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ISBN: 978-1-78931-791-6
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
CHAPTER THIRTY
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
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CHAPTER ONE
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It was a hot, stuffy night, unnaturally warm and dry for mid-September on the Fens. The curtains were drawn back and the windows opened to capture the few night breezes there were. Annie Carson had replaced her duvet with a single cotton sheet, but even so she was restless, tossing and turning, endlessly seeking a cool spot in her uncomfortably warm bed.
She had just drifted off when something woke her. Annie slowly opened her eyes and saw a figure standing at the foot of her bed.
Her vision blurry with sleep, she thought the figure was her son. Or was this a dream? It had to be, Callum was a good foot shorter than the figure staring at her. But, now, she was fully awake. Fear gripped her, and she screamed.
Trembling, Annie fumbled for the switch on her bedside lamp, and the room was flooded with light. The figure took the shape of a man, running from her room. She shouted for her son, just then emerging from his room, tousle-haired and bleary-eyed.
‘Mum? Was that you? What’s wrong?’
She pushed past him down the stairs, and Callum followed a few steps behind, still asking what had happened. All she could do was repeat that it had been a man, a man.