His face was fixed into a grimace, and not just because of the pain. He kept thinking and trying not to think about what Forester might be doing. Was someone being killed in the bunker? Were they breathing their last breath right that minute? It was gut-wrenching to crouch there doing nothing wit...
She lifted her head and looked at the dashboard clock: 11:35 p.m. ‘Shit,’ she muttered. She must have fallen asleep without realising it. Cautiously, she peered between the curtains drawn across the windows. Seeing Jim’s grizzled face, she opened the door.He climbed into the van, thumbing over hi...
She would take her sweet time killing him, that much she knew. With Herbert and Marisa things had happened too quickly. There’d been no chance to really savour their fear. She’d been too concerned with finding out the names of their fellow perverts. Well now she had enough names to keep her in th...
The wound had seeped a little, probably from all the moving around he’d done the previous day. Susan’s lips formed a tight O. “Ow, that hurts just to look at.” He dabbed the track of stitches with wet cotton wool, followed by an antiseptic wipe. Then he applied fresh gauze and a bandage. After d...
Julian didn’t call Eleanor, didn’t answer her calls. He didn’t want to speak to her, didn’t want to speak to anyone. He didn’t look at his laptop, didn’t read, didn’t watch television. He did sleep, though, long and restlessly. Even the dreams were preferable to the guilt that coursed through him...