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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

Meggy bolted. She ran until she reached the gate to the park, and only then did she look over her shoulder, convinced he would be right behind her. Only there was no one there. The man was back on his bench. He’d picked up his newspaper after all and was reading it again. Forcing herself to come to a complete halt, Meggy stared at him. He was no threat to her now. Perhaps he never had been. She’d had no reason to run. He must have thought her crazy. Not that she was going back to the park today. Or tomorrow. Perhaps she’d give it a break for the week. He hadn’t done anything wrong at all, now that she thought about it. Offered her a lift home, which was stupid. Who did that these days? There were so many warnings about the perils of accepting lifts from strangers. That was why she’d freaked out. And she was hungry. That wasn’t helping.

She began the short walk home, then decided she would jog it instead. Jogging didn’t mean she was still scared. It was good to get the exercise. With her hand on the back door handle, she already knew she wouldn’t tell her step-mother about the coughing guy in the park. It would be put down to more attention-seeking behaviour and an overactive imagination. And what was there to tell anyway? Meggy Russell could look after herself. She was tough and smart, that’s what defined her. She did her homework, had a shower, ate dinner and went to bed.

That night, Meggy Russell was still safe.

Chapter Nine

Connie stood in the postmortem suite, suited, hair net on, gloves ensuring she did nothing to disturb the evidence, and tried to imagine exactly what had passed between Angela Fernycroft and her killer, whose DNA had told them he was male and Caucasian but nothing else. Angela lay naked on a metal gurney, unable to help. Baarda was in another room taking one of the endless phone calls that plagued him. It was evening and quiet. Darkness had fallen as they’d driven over.

It was all too different. Her view wasn’t the same as Angela’s would have been. The brightness, the whole situation. Connie glanced into the corridor, checked no one was around, and pulled an empty cadaver trolley into the suite. She turned off the main lights quietly, leaving only that which seeped in from the small upper windows. Lying down on the empty trolley next to Angela, she turned on her side and stared at the dead mother of two.