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‘IMPECCABLE DESCRIPTIONS MADE THE STORY COME ALIVE … EXHILARATING STUFF’ THE SUN*The first in an electrifying new British detective series starring PC Donal Lynch.*Meet PC Donal Lynch.Irish runaway. Insomniac. Functioning alcoholic.Donal is new to working the beat in London, trying hisbest to forget that night. After all, there aren’t many policeofficers who can say they have a convicted murdererfor an ex-girlfriend.So when a woman is murdered on his patch, Donal throwshimself into the case. As the first person on the scene,Donal can’t forget the horrific sight that faced him – andhe knows this case can’t go unsolved. But how do yousolve a case with no lead suspect and no evidence?As his past catches up with him, Donal is forced to confronthis demons and the girl he left behind. But what will crackfirst, the case or Donal?Chilling, brutal, addictive – if you like Tim Weaver and James Oswald, you will LOVE James Nally.

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JAMES NALLY

Alone With the Dead

Published by Avon An imprint of HarperCollins Publishers Ltd The News Building - фото 1

Published by Avon

An imprint of HarperCollins Publishers Ltd

The News Building

1 London Bridge Street

London SE1 9GF

www.harpercollins.co.uk

First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins 2015

Copyright © James Nally 2015

Cover Design © Jem Butcher 2015

James Nally asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

A catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library.

This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, down-loaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins.

HarperCollins Publishers has made every reasonable effort to ensure that any picture content and written content in this ebook has been included or removed in accordance with the contractual and technological constraints in operation at the time of publication

Source ISBN: 9780008139506

Ebook Edition © August 2015 ISBN: 9780008139513

Version: 2018-07-24

For Bridget, James and Emma

Epigraph

Who looks outside, dreams;

Who looks inside, awakes .

CARL JUNG

Contents

Cover

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Epigraph

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Acknowledgements

About the Author

About the Publisher

Prologue

Occasionally, we experience things that make no sense.

You hum an old song, only to hear it moments later on the radio. You think of someone out of the blue and they call. You get the feeling you’re being watched, turn and meet the stare you’d somehow felt.

Sometimes, it’s life changing. A driver swerves to avoid a pedestrian. He doesn’t remember reacting. A firefighter pulls his team out of a burning building. Seconds later, it collapses. Two strangers’ eyes meet over a crowded room. Somehow, right away, both know the other is THE ONE.

Some credit these experiences to extra-sensory perception – our so-called sixth sense. Others put it down to gut instinct, animal intuition. The point is, we know things but we don’t know why we know them.

I don’t know why the recent dead come to me, or if the things they show me are clues as to how they died. I don’t know why it happens, but it must be the reason I became a murder detective. That – and what happened to Eve.

It’s my unconscious mind, of course, piecing together fragments of information and presenting answers to me in a novel way. Isn’t it?

‘I See Dead People,’ says the creepy little boy in The Sixth Sense . Cole Sear he’s called. Cole Queer, my brother calls me. That and ‘Hormonal Donal’.

I don’t care. I’ve got more important things to worry about, now I’m the go-to guy for the recently murdered.

Chapter 1

Clapham Junction, London

Monday, July 1, 1991; 21:14

‘It’s a bit like taking a shit, when you think about it,’ said Clive, his mouth grinding away on a Wimpy quarter pounder.

Flanked by over-lit pastel walls and screwed-down metal seats, we could have been in the canteen of a children’s correctional centre. Welcome to the Wimpy burger bar – the British McDonald’s but with a unique selling point: table service.

‘Thank you garçon,’ I said, as I watched my order slide from stained tray to half-wiped melamine.

‘Bon appetit,’ he grunted and I silently congratulated acne for turning his face to pizza.

A quick glance at my chicken burger revealed it to be simply that: no sauce, no salad – just cartoon-flattened white meat clamped between two constipating white buns.

‘Hard to imagine that pecking in the yard,’ I said, ‘landing on this table is probably the furthest it ever flew.’

‘Isn’t it though, Donal?’ said PC Clive Hunt, my forty-something beat partner who came from one of those Northern English towns that begins with either B or W and all sound alike.

Incredibly – at least to me – we’d walked past a McDonald’s to get here. Clive’s nostalgic bond to Wimpy once again had proved unshakeable. This was one of the countless things I failed to understand about the English – they get nostalgic about things that were crap in their time: TV shows with shaky sets like Dr Who and Crossroads ; British-made cars that always broke down; the Second World War, for Christ’s sake.

McDonald’s might have been wiping Wimpy off the face of the earth, but it would never get Clive’s custom. You see, no one lamented London’s lack of chips-based meals more than Clive. How many times had I heard how, up North, you can get gravy with your chips, curry with your chips, mushy peas with your chips.

The moment a McDonald’s worker cheerfully informed Clive that they didn’t stock vinegar, his Golden Arches crumbled and fell. After several wordless seconds, he calmly placed his tray back on the counter, turned and marched out, never to return.

I relented. ‘What’s like taking a shit?’

‘Eating burger and chips,’ he said, chewing, his mouth a toothy cement mixer.

Clive swallowed hard, burped urgently into his hand, desperate to enlighten: ‘You eat some chips, then you eat all of the burger, then you finish off yer chips.’

He could see I wasn’t getting it.

‘It’s like you piss a bit, then you take your dump, then you piss again to finish.’ He beamed in satisfaction.

My radio scrambled, its frenzied fuzz cutting short Clive’s scatological musings.

It was a T call demanding immediate response to an incident on Sangora Road, just round the corner. I almost had to beat the burger out of Clive’s hand.

We were the first uniforms on the scene. A young woman with dark curly hair was going bonkers in the street. A crowd had gathered, some panicking, some nosy, some trying to comfort Ms Hysteria. When she saw us, she pointed at a house and gasped in a nasal South East London accent: ‘My friend Marion’s inside. I think she’s dead.’

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