Back The Stalker
Chapters (46)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. PART ONE
  4. Chapter One
  5. Chapter Two
  6. Chapter Three
  7. Chapter Four
  8. Chapter Five
  9. Chapter Six
  10. Chapter Seven
  11. Chapter Eight
  12. Chapter Nine
  13. Chapter Ten
  14. Chapter Eleven
  15. Chapter Twelve
  16. Chapter Thirteen
  17. Chapter Fourteen
  18. Chapter Fifteen
  19. Chapter Sixteen
  20. Chapter Seventeen
  21. Chapter Eighteen
  22. Chapter Nineteen
  23. Chapter Twenty
  24. Chapter Twenty-One
  25. Chapter Twenty-Two
  26. Chapter Twenty-Three
  27. Chapter Twenty-Four
  28. Chapter Twenty-Five
  29. Chapter Twenty-Six
  30. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  31. PART TWO
  32. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  33. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  34. Chapter Thirty
  35. PART THREE
  36. Chapter Thirty-One
  37. PART FOUR
  38. Chapter Thirty-Two
  39. Chapter Thirty-Three
  40. Chapter Thirty-Four
  41. Chapter Thirty-Five
  42. Chapter Thirty-Six
  43. Acknowledgements
  44. Keep Reading …
  45. About the Author
  46. About the Publisher

‘I wish I’d had the courage to stand up to my father before it was too late and he did what he did,’ the man says to me now.

I don’t react. I’m so used to keeping a blank face – or trying to, at least. But then I remind myself that I don’t have to fake anything any more. ‘I’m sorry,’ I say, letting emotion transform my face. It feels as if a dam breaks. All the tension I’ve been holding on to starts to crumble and I let out a choked sound.

‘You OK?’ he asks, taking a step closer.

‘I will be now,’ I answer, giving a shaky smile.

‘You going to leave him here?’ he asks, nodding disdainfully at Liam.

I think about how Liam told me that dead criminals in ancient times would be left out in the elements for the animals to eat them. It seems fitting.

‘I’ll tell the police when I get back to the mainland,’ I say. ‘The boatman’s coming in a few hours.’

The man nods. He doesn’t offer to undo the trap around Liam’s leg or move him somewhere sheltered.

‘What about you?’ I ask. ‘How will you get off the island?’

He takes out a small notebook and pencil and scribbles something down. When he’s done, he rips it off and hands it to me. ‘When you get back to the mainland, call this number. It’s my friend Joe. Tell him where I am – my name’s Jamie – and ask him to come and get me.’

I take the piece of paper and put it in my pocket. I still can’t believe that this stranger is going to cover for me when he knows what I’ve done.

‘Thanks,’ he says to me.

I nod.

‘You could stay here if you wanted to,’ I blurt.

He shakes his head, an unhappy look on his face. ‘It’s not my land any more. I don’t own it. My father was in debt. When he died everything had to be sold.’ He exhales loudly. ‘But I still come out here, to tend the graves. It’ll always feel like home.’

‘I know the new owner,’ I admit. ‘She’ll be OK with you staying.’

He narrows his eyes at me, and then a small smile creeps onto his lips.

‘She might even need a caretaker for the cottage,’ I add.

He considers it for a while, the smile still playing on his lips. ‘Tell the new owner I might be interested in that.’

‘I will,’ I say with a smile.