There were more people in the courtyard below, in groups or alone, enjoying the suddenly clement weather. As before, he directed his gaze towards the far side of the courtyard and the ruined arch from where he’d been given his first view of the castle; at present, a single uniformed guard stood b...
Which was ridiculous, of course. The man he’d photographed in the cemetery resembled someone who had been hanged over fifty-odd years ago. So what? He himself had a friend who was the spitting image of the Yorkshire Ripper. The deputy manager at his local Barclays could have doubled for Heinrich ...
One moment Ash’s eyes were closed, the next they were wide open and staring up at the ceiling. He lay still, regathering his senses, for a second or two his mind a blank sheet. And then it came to him, a sudden recognition of events and circumstances. He shut his eyes agai...
Perhaps neither. He was drowning and the overwhelming awareness of that alone left little room for other terrors. Yet through this horror of imminent death he felt an arm encircle his throat from behind. Bubbles spewed furiously from his open mouth ...