HE WILL FIND YOU by CHARLIE GALLAGHER an absolutely gripping crime thriller with a massive twist
English | 2019 | Mystery/Thriller | ePUB | 455 Kb
HE WILL FIND YOU : Early Sunday morning, a rainy city centre. A ten-year-old-boy steps out in front of traffic. He is dazed, confused and barefoot. He is covered in blood. It’s not his.
Detective Maddie Ives is called out and finds the boy backed up against a shop front. He can’t or won’t speak. His face is a mask of shock and his whole body is tense. He’s ready to run again. He can’t tell her why.
WHO SCARED THIS BOY OUT OF HIS WITS?
Then a man is found brutally murdered, dragged to death. And Maddie and Detective Harry Blaker are determined to find out who is pulling the strings.
IF THEY DON’T STOP HIM, HE WILL FIND MORE VICTIMS. AND THE EVIL WILL COME CLOSE TO HOME.
“Her feet scuffed, as the walkway became an incline and the sound echoed off the tiled walls. Once she emerged back into the early morning light she discovered that although her method might be the quickest, it would not be the driest. Winter was dragging its heels. The emergence of spring was only hinted at in a subtle changing of colour and the appearance of some hardy shoots in Dane John Gardens that she now passed to her right. The rain was sudden and the freezing wind behind it enough to fool anyone into thinking it was still mid-winter, not the middle of March.
She turned left into the bus station to find a parked police car and a gaggle of people at the far end. She’d taken a short phone call to summon her to this point, the sort of call that started with a uniform sergeant apologising for making it in the first place and then saying that he didn’t know if he should have called at all. Since her move to Major Crime, she had quickly become used to taking calls from sergeants who were at something they didn’t like the feel of and had no idea what to do next. This particular incident concerned a young boy. He was barefoot, mute, and covered in blood. She could understand why it had immediately felt wrong. It being a Sunday, she was the most senior officer for the east side of the county and had been asked to attend in the first instance. The Duty Inspector was not yet summoned. For that to happen would typically involve a dead body, or at least a good likelihood of one, and nobody could guarantee that yet. Today she just happened to have been in a police station that was hardly five hundred metres from the boy in question; she could hardly complain, and the description had certainly piqued her interest.”