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PART 2
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Publishers 2014
Copyright © Paul Finch 2014
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Source ISBN: 9780007551279
Ebook Edition © 2014 ISBN: 9780008116873
Version: 2014-10-21
For my children, Eleanor and Harry, with whom I shared many a chilling tale when they were tots, but whose enthusiasm is as strong now as it ever was
Contents
Copyright
Dedication
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
About the Author
By the Same Author
About the Publisher
‘Gemma Piper,’ came the voice on the line. It was clipped, efficient. Time hadn’t softened that aspect of his ex-boss’s personality. Not that much ever did.
Time, though. It had actually only been two and a half months since he and Gemma had had the mother of all fall-outs, yet in some ways, it seemed like a lifetime.
‘Ma’am,’ he said.
‘Heck?’ He couldn’t tell whether she was pleased to hear from him or not. The probability was she was more surprised. ‘Where are you calling from?’
‘Cragwood Keld nick, South Cumbria.’
‘Oh … right.’ Perhaps she’d fleetingly wondered if he was back down in London for some reason.
‘Currently buried in the muckiest November fog I’ve ever seen,’ Heck added. ‘The whole of the Lakes is in lockdown at present, ma’am. Nothing’s moving.’
She’d sounded curious about his call, but her patience, as always, was wearing thin, especially now he’d got onto the weather. ‘What can I do for you, Heck?’
‘We’ve just had an attempted double homicide.’
‘I see. Local to your subdivision?’
‘Right on it.’
‘Good job they’ve got you there.’
‘Thing is, ma’am, I think this one may be of interest to you.’
‘You said two attempted homicides. Have you actually had any fatalities?’
‘Not sure.’
‘Doesn’t sound like an SCU job, Heck. Give it to South Cumbria Crime Command in the first instance. That’s what they’re there for …’
‘No … I think it may be of interest to you, as in you personally, rather than SCU.’
‘Okay …?’ Now she sounded cautious, not to say sceptical, but she knew Heck well enough to at least give him a hearing. ‘Go on …’
‘It was a blitz attack, seemingly without motive. Two girls hiking in the Langdale Pikes got themselves lost in the fog. The next thing they know, they’re being followed by someone who attacks them. The first one he beats down with a stone. The second one he shoots.’
There was a lengthy pause. ‘This is news to me. When did it happen?’
‘Last night, around midnight.’
‘Nasty stuff, but I still don’t see …’
‘Two female hitchhikers alone on a dark night? Getting jumped by a single assailant, who takes one of them out ASAP with a lump of rock?’
‘That would be a common sense strategy for any random attacker attempting to overpower two people at
