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      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

      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

       Chapter 4

      ‘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 the same time.’

      ‘I’m not sure this is a random attacker, ma’am. While he was stalking them through the fog, the assailant was whistling something.’

      ‘Whistling?’

      ‘It was a song you’re quite familiar with … Strangers in the Night.’

      Now there was a much longer pause, and the sound of paperwork being shuffled. Heck could picture Gemma filching a pen from her drawer, shoving documentation aside as she opened a fresh daybook on her desk. Gemma was in the habit of starting a new log for every crime that was referred to her personal office. ‘Give me the details, Heck.’

      He told her what they knew, which in truth wasn’t very much. Namely, that Tara Cook and Jane Dawson had gone astray while following a challenging route through the Langdale Pikes, at which point they’d been assailed first by that eerie whistling, and then by a strong, stocky figure, whose physical features had not just been concealed by fog, but by a full head mask and heavy outdoor clothing. He’d beaten Jane Dawson savagely – though whether it was to death was as yet unknown, as the sole witness, Tara Cook, had fled, only to be shot from behind. She’d survived the wound, but in a subsequent delirious state, had fallen down a waterfall, finishing up in Witch Cradle Tarn, where Heck

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