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Absolution. Caro Ramsay
Читать онлайн.Название Absolution
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isbn 9781786898746
Автор произведения Caro Ramsay
Жанр Ужасы и Мистика
Серия Anderson and Costello thrillers
Издательство Ingram
Caro Ramsay is the Glaswegian author of the critically acclaimed DI Anderson and DS Costello series, the first of which, Absolution, was shortlisted for the CWA’s New Blood Dagger for best debut of the year. The ninth book in the series, The Suffering of Strangers, was longlisted for the McIlvanney Prize 2018.
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Also by Caro Ramsay
The Anderson and Costello series
Singing to the Dead
Dark Water
The Blood of Crows
The Night Hunter
The Tears of Angels
Rat Run
Standing Still
The Suffering of Strangers
The Sideman
This paperback edition published in Great Britain, the USA and Canada in 2020
by Black Thorn, an imprint of Canongate Books Ltd,
14 High Street, Edinburgh EH1 1TE
Distributed in the USA by Publishers Group West and in Canada by
Publishers Group Canada
First published in 2007 by Michael Joseph Publishers Ltd,
Penguin Books Ltd, 80 Strand, London WC2R 0RL, England
This digital edition first published in 2020 by Canongate Books
Copyright © Caro Ramsay, 2007
The right of Caro Ramsay to be identified as the
author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance
with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Except where actual historical events and characters are being described for the storyline of this novel, all situations in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is purely coincidental.
British Library Cataloguing-in-Publication Data A catalogue record for this book is available on request from the British Library
ISBN 978 1 78689 873 9
eISBN 978 1 78689 874 6
To Jessie RamsayBorn 1904
You can tell a Sheffield lass,You just cannot tell her much.
Contents
Anna
Glasgow, 1984
White.
Nothing but white.
No sense. No awareness. Only white.
Nothing.
Then breathing.
Rhythmic breathing.
Nothing more than the ebb and flow of life.
She slept.
Pain picked at her as she emerged slowly from the depths. Her hands were strapped to her sides, and she could feel bindings cutting into her wrists. The pain in her face – cracking, burning – was unbearable.
Thirsty. She was thirsty.
She tried to lick her lips, but her tongue was swollen, and as immobile as leather. Something rigid filled her mouth; she could taste chloroform and rotten meat. She sensed her face was covered, her mouth and nose blocked. Panic rose until she could not breathe, and she tried to roll her shoulders to break free. Deep-seated agony skewered her stomach, and she lay still, thinking she might die if she moved again.
A voice, indistinct, insistent, was repeating words over and over.
There was a distant memory . . . somewhere . . . too far away to be recalled ...
She felt a prick in her forearm and sank down deep into the dark once more.
PC Alan McAlpine climbed the concrete steps to the DCI’s office, past the rusty filing cabinet that had been stuck on the first-floor landing for two years. The yucca that crowned it, never a vital specimen at the best of times, had died in his absence.
‘Alan?’
He hadn’t noticed DI Forsythe pass him on the stairs, and turned at the sound of his voice.
‘Good to see you, McAlpine. How are you? We weren’t expecting you back for a while yet.’
‘I’m fine,’ he said bluntly.
‘Sorry to hear about your brother – Bobby, was it?’
‘Robbie,’ answered McAlpine mechanically.
‘No matter how heroic he was, it’s still a terrible accident.’
McAlpine’s only response was a casual shrug of thin shoulders.
‘How is your dad coping?’ Forsythe persisted.
McAlpine flicked his eyes up the stairs, wanting to get