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‘The Fourth Monkey has one of the most ingenious openings that I’ve read in years. This thriller never disappoints.’James Patterson‘Superbly constructed and immaculately paced’The Daily MailTwo days to save her…They’ve found the killer. The killer that Detective Sam Porter has been hunting for five years. But it’s too late to put him behind bars. He’s already dead.One day to save her…But even death can’t stop this murderer. His last victim is still alive, struggling to escape and the police have no idea who or where she is.Zero.Now Sam Porter must race against time, as her chances of survival slip away, to stop this serial killer from claiming his final victim…This stunning thriller is perfect for fans of Val McDermid, Jo Nesbo and Helen Fields.

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J. D. BARKERis the international best-selling author of Forsaken , a finalist for the Bram Stoker Award for Superior Achievement in a Debut Novel. In addition, he has been asked to co-author a prequel to Dracula by the Stoker family. Barker splits his time between Englewood, Florida, and Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.

For Mother Dont stop reading I need you to understand what I have done - фото 1

For Mother

Don’t stop reading. I need you to understand what I have done.

— DIARY

Contents

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About the Author J. D. BARKER is the international best-selling author of Forsaken , a finalist for the Bram Stoker Award for Superior Achievement in a Debut Novel. In addition, he has been asked to co-author a prequel to Dracula by the Stoker family. Barker splits his time between Englewood, Florida, and Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.

Title Page

Dedication For Mother

1. Porter: Day 1 • 6:14 a.m.

2. Porter: Day 1 • 6:45 a.m.

3. Porter: Day 1 • 6:53 a.m.

4. Porter: Day 1 • 7:05 a.m.

5. Diary

6. Porter: Day 1 • 7:31 a.m.

7. Porter: Day 1 • 7:48 a.m.

8. Diary

9. Porter: Day 1 • 8:49 a.m.

10. Porter: Day 1 • 9:23 a.m.

11. Diary

12. Emory: Day 1 • 9:29 a.m.

13. Porter: Day 1 • 10:04 a.m.

14. Diary

15. Porter: Day 1 • 10:31 a.m.

16. Diary

17. Emory: Day 1 • 9:31 a.m.

18. Porter: Day 1 • 11:30 a.m.

19. Diary

20. Clair: Day 1 • 1:17 p.m.

21. Diary

22. Porter: Day 1 • 1:38 p.m.

23. Diary

24. Porter: Day 1 • 3:03 p.m.

25. Diary

26. Emory: Day 1 • 3:34 p.m.

27. Diary

28. Porter: Day 1 • 4:17 p.m.

29. Diary

30. Porter: Day 1 • 4:49 p.m.

31. Diary

32. Emory: Day 1 • 5:00 p.m.

33. Diary

34. Porter: Day 1 • 5:23 p.m.

35. Diary

36. Porter: Day 1 • 5:32 p.m.

37. Diary

38. Porter: Day 1 • 6:18 p.m.

39. Diary

40. Porter: Day 1 • 9:12 p.m.

41. Diary

42. Porter: Day 2 • 4:58 a.m.

43. Diary

44. Porter: Day 2 • 6:53 a.m.

45. Diary

46. Clair: Day 2 • 7:18 a.m.

47. Diary

48. Emory: Day 2 • 8:06 a.m.

49. Diary

50. Porter: Day 2 • 8:56 a.m.

51. Diary

52. Clair: Day 2 • 9:23 a.m.

53. Diary

54. Porter: Day 2 • 9:23 a.m.

55. Clair: Day 2 • 10:59 a.m.

56. Diary

57. Emory: Day 2 • 11:57 a.m.

58. Diary

59. Porter: Day 2 • 12:18 p.m.

60. Diary

61. Clair: Day 2 • 1:23 p.m.

62. Diary

63. Clair: Day 2 • 3:56 p.m.

64. Emory: Day 2 • 4:18 p.m.

65. Diary

66. Porter: Day 2 • 4:40 p.m.

67. Diary

68. Clair: Day 2 • 4:47 p.m.

69. Diary

70. Porter: Day 2 • 4:57 p.m.

71. Diary

72. Clair: Day 2 • 5:09 p.m.

73. Diary

74. Porter: Day 2 • 5:12 p.m.

75. Diary

76. Clair: Day 2 • 5:12 p.m.

77. Diary

78. Porter: Day 2 • 5:22 p.m.

79. Diary

80. Clair: Day 2 • 5:26 p.m.

81. Diary

82. Porter: Day 2 • 5:27 p.m.

83. Diary

84. Porter: Day 2 • 5:31p.m.

85. Clair: Day 2 • 5:31p.m.

86. Porter: Day 2 • 5:32 p.m.

87. Clair: Day 2 • 5:33 p.m.

88. Porter: Day 2 • 5:33 p.m.

89. Clair: Day 2 • 5:34 p.m.

90. Porter: Day 2 • 5:40 p.m.

91. Porter: Day 2 • 5:58 p.m.

92. Porter: Day3 • 8:24 a.m.

Epilogue: Two Days Later

Acknowledgments

Copyright

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Porter

Day 1 • 6:14 a.m.

There it was again, that incessant ping.

I turned the ringer off. Why am I hearing text notifications? Why am I hearing anything?

Apple’s gone to shit without Steve Jobs.

Sam Porter rolled to his right, his hand blindly groping for the phone on the nightstand.

His alarm clock crashed to the floor with a thunk unique to cheap electronics from China.

“Fuck me.”

When his fingers found the phone, he wrestled the device from the charging cable and brought it to his face, squinting at the small, bright screen.

CALL ME — 911.

A text from Nash.

Porter looked over at his wife’s side of the bed, empty except for a note —

Went to get milk, be back soon.

xoxo,

Heather

He grunted and again glanced at his phone.

6:15 a.m.

So much for a quiet morning.

Porter sat up and dialed his partner. He answered on the second ring.

“Sam?”

“Hey, Nash.”

The other man fell silent for a moment. “I’m sorry, Porter. I debated whether or not to contact you. Must have dialed your number a dozen times and couldn’t bring myself to actually place the call. I finally decided it would be best just to text you. Give you a chance to ignore me, you know?”

“It’s fine, Nash. What have you got?”

Another pause. “You’ll want to see for yourself.”

“See what?”

“There’s been an accident.”

Porter rubbed his temple. “An accident? We’re Homicide. Why would we respond to an accident?”

“You’ve gotta trust me on this. You’ll want to see it,” Nash told him again. There was an edge to his voice.

Porter sighed. “Where?”

“Near Hyde Park, off Fifty-Fifth. I just texted you the address.”

His phone pinged loudly in his ear, and he jerked it away from his head.

Fucking iPhone.

He looked down at the screen, noted the address, and went back to the call.

“I can be there in about thirty minutes. Will that work?”

“Yeah,” Nash replied. “We’re not going anywhere soon.”

Porter disconnected the call and eased his legs off the side of the bed, listening to the various pops and creaks his tired fifty-two-year-old body made in protest.

The sun had begun its ascent, and light peeked in from between the closed blinds of the bedroom window. Funny how quiet and gloomy the apartment felt without Heather around.

Went to get milk.

From the hardwood floor his alarm clock blinked up at him with a cracked face displaying characters no longer resembling numbers.

Today was going to be one of those days.

There had been a lot of those days lately.

Porter emerged from the apartment ten minutes later dressed in his Sunday best — a rumpled navy suit he’d bought off the rack at Men’s Wearhouse nearly a decade earlier — and made his way down the four flights of stairs to the cramped lobby of his building. He stopped at the mailboxes, pulled out his cell phone, and punched in his wife’s phone number.

You’ve reached the phone of Heather Porter. Since this is voice mail, I most likely saw your name on caller ID and decided I most certainly did not wish to speak to you. If you’re willing to pay tribute in the form of chocolate cake or other assorted offerings of dietary delight, text me the details and I’ll reconsider your position in my social roster and possibly get back to you later. If you’re a salesperson trying to get me to switch carriers, you might as well hang up now. AT&T owns me for at least another year. All others, please leave a message. Keep in mind my loving husband is a cop with anger issues, and he carries a large gun.

Porter smiled. Her voice always made him smile. “Hey, Button. It’s just me. Nash called. There’s something going on near Hyde Park; I’m meeting him down there. I’ll give you a call later when I know what time I’ll be home.” He added, “Oh, and I think there’s something wrong with our alarm clock.”

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