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Автор: P Kane L
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       About the Author

      P L KANE is the pseudonym of a #1 bestselling and award-winning author and editor, who has had over ninety books published in the fields of SF, YA and Horror/Dark Fantasy. In terms of crime fiction, previous books include the collection Nailbiters and the anthology Exit Wounds, which contains stories by the likes of Lee Child, Dean Koontz, Val McDermid and Dennis Lehane. Kane has been a guest at many events and conventions, and has had work optioned and adapted for film and television (including Lions Gate/NBC, who picked up a story for primetime US network TV). Several of Kane’s stories have been turned into short movies and Loose Canon Films/Hydra Films have just adapted ‘Men of the Cloth’ into a feature, The Colour of Madness. Kane’s audio drama work for places such as Bafflegab and Spiteful Puppet/ITV features the acting talents of people like Tom Meeten (The Ghoul), Neve McIntosh (Doctor Who/Shetland), Alice Lowe (Prevenge) and Ian Ogilvy (Return of the Saint). Visit www.plkane.com for more details.

       Praise for P L Kane

      ‘His stories will take you to the edge of your seat and beyond … so sit tight!’

       Paul Finch, author of Strangers

      ‘Original, engaging, unique. A fine read’

       Joe R. Lansdale, author of Cold in July

      ‘Scarily original’

       Peter James, author of Dead Simple

      ‘An exciting new voice on the crime scene’

       Elly Griffiths, author of The Crossing Places

      Her Last Secret

      P L KANE

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      First published in Great Britain by HQ in 2019

      Copyright © P L Kane 2020

      P L Kane asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

      A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library.

      This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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      E-book Edition © January 2020 ISBN: 9780008368234

      Version: 2019-10-22

      Table of Contents

       Cover

      About the Author

      Praise for P L Kane

       Title Page

       Copyright

       Dedication

      Prologue

      PART ONE

       Chapter 7

       Chapter 8

       Chapter 9

       Chapter 10

       Chapter 11

       Chapter 12

       Chapter 13

       Chapter 14

       PART TWO

       Chapter 15

       Chapter 16

       Chapter 17

       Chapter 18

       Chapter 19

       Chapter 20

       Chapter 21

       Chapter 22

       Chapter 23

       Chapter 24

       Chapter 25

       Chapter 26

       Chapter 27

       PART THREE

       Chapter 28

       Chapter 29

       Chapter 30

       Epilogue

       Acknowledgements

       Dear Reader …

       Keep Reading …

       About the Publisher

       For Marie, who encouraged me to write this book, and Jen, who thankfully was a joy to bring up.

       Prologue

      As the girl stumbled forward, she had one name on her mind.

      She’d lost her mobile back there on the street and didn’t have time to stop and search for it; didn’t have the strength. She just needed to get to some help, maybe make it to the clubbing part of town – though that seemed like a very long way away. And she was getting tired now, breath misting in the autumn air, hardly able to focus. Little wonder – because as she touched the wounds on her chest, brushing the handle of the knife that was still sticking out, that had been left in there as she’d attempted to escape, her hands came away wet. Totally black in the moonlight.

      Blood … so much blood.

      Pain that had been unbearable only minutes before was dulling now, making her numb. She clutched at a wall, leaving a handprint behind her. There’d be someone soon, she’d find someone who could help