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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 park at the end of her road offered sanctuary whenever it wasn’t freezing cold. There were swings that were comfortable enough to sit on and read for an hour, and a wooden playhouse designed for the smaller kids but that offered shelter from the rain as necessary. At the park she couldn’t be yelled at or belittled, didn’t have to listen to Carmen on the phone telling all of her friends what a drag it was being a step-mother.

Meggy, it had turned out, was an unnecessary pain in her step-mother’s arse. Given that her father worked excessively long hours, Carmen dropped her at school and picked her up, supervised homework, and was supposed to cook nutritious meals and keep the house tidy. This was the quid pro quo for the fact that an underqualified thirty-year-old with no kids had no job, and no interest in getting one. The reality was that Meggy prepared her own food when she got home, did a hefty chunk of the housework, and had made the mistake of arriving home early from school one half-day when Carmen had forgotten to pick her up, to find her panting heavily, naked on the sofa while on her mobile to a person she referred to only as ‘big man’.

Meggy had just gambled with that particular nugget of information, and lost. Her father (she’d recently learned a new phrase and was repeating it to herself at every given moment) was well and truly pussy-whipped. Her step-mother could do no wrong in Meggy’s father’s eyes. Blonde (from a bottle) and skinny (from using so many calories by being a total bitch), Carmen had only to lean over the kitchen sink sticking her butt out more than was strictly necessary, and her father would do literally anything she wanted.

As Meggy had imparted the story of Carmen’s naked writhings and accompanying sex talk to her father, Carmen had appeared in tears from the master bedroom, phone records wiped, holding the shreds of one of her favourite dresses, and claimed that her step-daughter was acting up out of childish jealousy. Her freshly pussy-whipped dad had done what all men finally getting to fuck someone new and vastly younger than themselves might have done, and believed the step-mother. He bought Carmen a new dress to make up for the one ‘Meggy’ had destroyed, and grounded his daughter – like that made a difference in her life – punishing her by allocating all the household chores to her for the following month. Also big whoop, but her father had proved he needed a much more dramatic wake-up call. So Meggy was going to run away.