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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

Ailsa glanced sideways at Connie. ‘I cannot,’ she said. ‘That does not mean it has never happened; nor does it mean that this must be the first case of its kind.’

Connie got to her feet. ‘That’s all right, Dr Lambert,’ she said. ‘I’ll take it from here.’ She waited for Ailsa to sit, then took centre stage. ‘We know more about our killer than we realise. We have a good physical description. But we also know that he’s single.’

‘We haven’t established that,’ someone shouted.

‘Actually, we have. He was obsessed with Angela, who was the model wife. He didn’t want to kill her. That wasn’t part of his plan. When he found out that Elspeth had been unfaithful, he was distraught. He talked about Elspeth as if she were his wife. As if she’d been unfaithful to him personally. If our killer had a wife, or was in a successful relationship, he wouldn’t need to abduct a woman to play that role. He might be physically off-putting to women, which fits with being emaciated and perhaps having poor hygiene, or he might make them instinctively feel ill at ease. Either way, it fits with Cotard’s syndrome. Furthermore, a close-knit family might well have reported their concerns by now to a doctor, or even to the police. So we can also assume he lives alone, has accommodation that he doesn’t share, has access to a vehicle that he doesn’t share, and has an income that doesn’t require him to work.’

‘Disability benefit?’ Baarda suggested.

‘That would fit. The weight loss alone would be enough to concern a doctor, and he would likely be suffering additional symptoms, such as regular migraines from the failure to eat, low blood pressure, anaemia, bowel and stomach problems. Regular work would be unsustainable.’

‘He killed Danny Taylor in cold blood. The witness reported that he hardly seemed to notice what he was doing. If he’s not a psychopath, how can you explain that?’ Overbeck demanded.

‘I didn’t say he’s not a psychopath,’ Connie corrected. ‘It’s possible that he is. Statistically speaking, enough cases of Cotard’s syndrome have now been reported that sooner or later, a sufferer is also going to have other mental health conditions, and then all bets are off. But I think Danny’s death indicates something else. At its most developed, Cotard’s syndrome is an absolute delusion. It’s world-destroying. This is perhaps the only time when it’s helpful to refer to it by the name walking corpse syndrome. Imagine believing you’re dead. I mean, truly being immersed in that belief. What stops you from killing at that point?’

‘My humanity,’ someone offered.