Summary

ISN’T IT EASY TO FIND A SERIAL KILLER WHO TELLS YOU WHO HE’S GOING TO KILL?

When his list includes several hundred people, perhaps not.

Ben Buckland was once a police detective known for tracking down thieves and murderers. Then he slept with the wrong person.

As a result, he lost his job, his wife and his self-esteem. What’s left to lose? Well, a serial killer arrives on the scene to show him. And this isn’t just any serial killer - this one takes his job description seriously, sending out hundreds of messages to people before starting to work through his list.

Ben Buckland's 15-year-old daughter is on that list.

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Extract

+++Ben didn’t hesitate. He reached forward with two hands, grabbed the boy’s wrist and turned it upwards, back on itself, then pulled the boy’s arm downwards. The boy shrieked and went down to his knees and couldn’t hold on to the knife and he released it. The blade clattered to the floor. Still holding the boy’s wrist one-handed, Ben leaned down to retrieve the knife, then stood and put it in his own back pocket. The boy rose to a half-crouch but didn’t struggle, as if he feared worse pain.
+++‘Let’s go inside,’ Ben said, forcing the boy back into the room. It was a small, dim space that smelled exactly how Ben expected it to smell: day-old chicken curry, unwashed clothing and the clammy odour of despair. The plastic blinds on the front window were closed and as he shut the door behind him the room fell into the near-darkness of a prison cell. A woman of about forty with her hair in curlers stood in the doorway that led into a lighted kitchen. She was a lumpy silhouette. A cigarette burned in her right hand, its smoke rising vertically like a sign of her passivity.
+++‘Who are you?’ she said, her voice thickened with smoke-rot.
+++‘Lost property, enforcement division. Where’s the purse?’