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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

The horrible truth was that his organs had begun rotting inside his body. Perhaps exacerbated by his gran’s passing, or perhaps it was just his time, a clock had begun to tick and the alarm was about to ring.

Sleep crept over him and he pinched the soft skin of his stomach fiercely. He didn’t have time to nap. There was so much more to do. A new bed had been delivered that he needed to put together. The bedding was still in its plastic wrappers and needed to be washed before it could be put on the bed. If it still had the folds from the packaging, it wouldn’t look nice at all. There were toys and games to put on shelves. The effort felt crushing. Swinging his legs off the bed, and bracing for the pain in his back as he rose, Fergus willed his shaking hands to comply with the need to grip screwdrivers and hammer nails. He took a photograph from the wall, and walked up the stairs to the upper apartment, checking the peepholes to make sure the hallway was clear before entering.

Inside, he took a moment to walk around and appreciate the place. The windows were bricked up, and each room was a fraction smaller than the original plans showed. A layer of soundproofing with plasterboard over the top had made a larger impact than he’d anticipated. But it was cosy. He’d painted the bedroom walls pink. The tiny kitchenette was summer morning blue, the lounge a sunny yellow. He peered into his and Elspeth’s bedroom. The lazy woman was still asleep, or perhaps just hung-over. Leaving her in silence, he entered the second bedroom.

Taping the photo on the wall first to motivate himself, he began unwrapping lengths of wood, cross slats, a bundle of screws and Allen keys.

A girl beamed at him from the photograph.

Not long now. This time it would all work out.

Chapter Seven

‘So to summarise, you have five people in custody, and in spite of that you have thus far been completely unable to ascertain where Elspeth Dunwoody actually is,’ Detective Chief Inspector O’Neill said, the sneer in her voice evidenced by her extended vowel pronunciation.

Connie looked across the desk at Baarda, who was cradling a steaming cup of coffee and maintaining a remarkable air of calm in spite of the hostility coming from the conference call speaker phone.