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Chapters (61)
  1. Cover
  2. PRAISE FOR HELEN FIELDS
  3. PRAISE FOR THE SHADOW MAN
  4. Dedication
  5. Prologue
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. Chapter Eight
  14. Chapter Nine
  15. Chapter Ten
  16. Chapter Eleven
  17. Chapter Twelve
  18. Chapter Thirteen
  19. Chapter Fourteen
  20. Chapter Fifteen
  21. Chapter Sixteen
  22. Chapter Seventeen
  23. Chapter Eighteen
  24. Chapter Nineteen
  25. Chapter Twenty
  26. Chapter Twenty-One
  27. Chapter Twenty-Two
  28. Chapter Twenty-Three
  29. Chapter Twenty-Four
  30. Chapter Twenty-Five
  31. Chapter Twenty-Six
  32. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  33. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  34. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  35. Chapter Thirty
  36. Chapter Thirty-One
  37. Chapter Thirty-Two
  38. Chapter Thirty-Three
  39. Chapter Thirty-Four
  40. Chapter Thirty-Five
  41. Chapter Thirty-Six
  42. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  43. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  44. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  45. Chapter Forty
  46. Chapter Forty-One
  47. Chapter Forty-Two
  48. Chapter 1
  49. Chapter 2
  50. Acknowledgements
  51. Keep Reading …
  52. And if you enjoyed The Shadow Man, you’ll love the D.I. Callanach series from Helen Fields …
  53. On a remote Highland mountain, a body is burning …
  54. Welcome to Edinburgh.Murder capital of Europe.
  55. The worst dangers are the ones we can’t see …
  56. When silence falls, who will hear their cries?
  57. Your darkest moment is your most vulnerable …
  58. He had never heard himself scream before. It was terrifying …
  59. About the Author
  60. By the same author
  61. About the Publisher

‘And how dangerous is he right now, in his current condition? I need to formulate a plan to apprehend him securely.’

‘Armed police, shoot as necessary. He doesn’t believe he has any limitations. You should be thinking the same way.’

Baarda walked to the door. ‘But he’s not immortal, and he’s not dead. What happens when he figures that out? Does that make him more dangerous, or less?’

Connie crossed her arms and thought about it. ‘Well, he’ll no longer have a use for Elspeth, Meggy and Xavier, so my advice would be to find him before that happens. Long before.’

Chapter Thirty-Two

Meggy swung from the ceiling. Her body was beginning to ache, and she could hear Xavier’s increasingly laboured breathing from the floor above. The droplets of sweat that were soaking into the sheet rope were making it hard to grasp. Fergus stood below her, grinning. He was insane. It was a word she’d read and heard, but so far in her twelve years she’d never actually met anyone who matched the description. His eyes looked like they might extend from his head at any moment on wild tentacles, reaching up to inspect her more closely. Hands twitching at his sides, body coated in oily perspiration, he appeared to Meggy as if he’d just emerged from a coffin. There was so little of him, and yet she knew that his strength would be formidable.

It was a playground assessment, but no less accurate for it. At school there were the physically large kids who nevertheless posed no threat. They lumbered and were slow, and the majority had a gentleness about them that they could not hide from the slighter, slipperier bullies. They were fast and mean, and their viciousness was an emerald flash in the eyes, side-glancing to their mates. Watch this, that swipe of vision said. Watch this and play your part. Titter at my cruelty, taunt my prey, and worship me, or it’ll be you next. Still the bullies weren’t the scariest. They were a known quantity. Their showmanship hid a vulnerability. Get anyone else to laugh at them, just for a single second, and you might as well have thrown that iconic bucket of water over the Wicked Witch of the West.