Luke Delaney - An Imperfect Killing

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A chilling short story featuring DS Sean Corrigan from Luke Delaney, ex-Met detective and author of COLD KILLING. Perfect for fans of Mark Billingham, Peter James and Stuart MacBride.A STAR HAS BEEN MURDEREDSue Evans is a beautiful and successful TV presenter – that is until she’s shot dead in the car park of her Southbank studios.IT’S CLEAR WHO THE KILLER ISDS Sean Corrigan and the Southwark Police Department are under pressure to solve the crime fast. Luckily they don’t have far to look – turns out Sue Evans had a stalker and all the evidence points to him.BUT THINGS AREN’T ALWAYS WHAT THEY SEEMCorrigan is not so sure – some things just aren’t adding up. With everyone convinced it’s case closed, he must take a risk to get to the truth. But can he be sure it’ll pay off?

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An Imperfect Killing

A short story by Luke Delaney

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Copyright Contents Cover Title Page Copyright Chapter One: November 2004 Chapter Two About the Author Also by Luke Delaney About the Publisher

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First published by HarperCollins Publishers 2016

Copyright © Luke Delaney 2016

Luke Delaney asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work

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This is entirely a work of fiction. Any references to real people, living or dead, real events, businesses, organizations and localities are intended only to give the fiction a sense of reality and authenticity. All names, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and their resemblance, if any, to real-life counterparts is entirely coincidental.

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Ebook Edition © JANUARY 2016 ISBN: 9780007585816

Version: 2015-09-29

Contents

Cover

Title Page An Imperfect Killing A short story by Luke Delaney

Copyright

Chapter One: November 2004

Chapter Two

About the Author

Also by Luke Delaney

About the Publisher

Chapter One Contents Cover Title Page An Imperfect Killing A short story by Luke Delaney Copyright Chapter One: November 2004 Chapter Two About the Author Also by Luke Delaney About the Publisher

November 2004 Contents Cover Title Page An Imperfect Killing A short story by Luke Delaney Copyright Chapter One: November 2004 Chapter Two About the Author Also by Luke Delaney About the Publisher

As she entered the open-air car park in front of the TV studio where she worked, Sue Evans’ mind was already in the advanced stages of organizing her busy daily schedule: a production meeting first thing, followed by a script reading, rehearsals and finally filming. Her new consumer affairs show had been doing well in the ratings – increasing the value of her own stock even more. Her career had been steadily on the up for several years now, although it hadn’t always been easy: she’d had to survive equal amounts of sexism and sexual bribery to get where she was – her good looks concealing her toughness and determination; her tongue sharp enough to crush the strongest of egos if she was ever treated with disrespect or dismissiveness. She had become a polished act with one face for the watching public and another for the people she worked with.

She scanned her studio pass in front of the reader and waited for the barrier to lift automatically – the costly car park attendant long since dispensed with in favour of the mechanized system. Slowly she drove through the deserted parking area. At this time in the morning there were few other cars and seemingly no people around as she slid into her named space and turned the engine off. She gathered her belongings into her handbag, grabbed the script she needed from the passenger seat and sprang from the car – locking it and turning towards the studio entrance all in one well-practiced movement. But her carefree expression suddenly turned to one of horror. Both her script and bag fell from her arms, the contents spilling over the tarmac.

He stood in front of her dressed in a black boiler suit, black boots and a black balaclava that revealed only his eyes and lips. It was enough for her to recognize the man pointing a revolver at her face – the fear in his eyes matched by her own. ‘You,’ she managed to say before his gloved finger coiled around the trigger and squeezed slowly. A deafening blast shattered the morning peace, reverberating across the car park as a huge cloud of acrid smoke billowed around executioner and victim – the shooter almost dropping the revolver in shock at the sound and sight of the explosion.

At first she felt the stinging pain of burning all over her face and neck as she gasped for air. Then all she felt was the sensation of falling into darkness and the silent cold, as if she was drowning in a deep, frozen ocean. She tried to call for help, but no words escaped her lips. Moments later there was nothing at all, other than the sound of her own pulse growing weaker and weaker until that too had faded to nothing.

The shooter stood rigid, unable to move from where he stood, the revolver still stretched out in front of him. But as the smoke finally drifted away, he stepped forward to look at the prostrate figure on the ground. Her face was a mass of burnt flesh and tiny bleeding wounds caused by debris that had exploded from the end of the barrel at close range, and just below her right eye there was a larger hole the size of a ten pence piece where the main bullet had smashed through her cheek bone and entered her brain. He’d expected more blood, but there was only a trickle coming from the wound. Her lips moved as if she was trying to say something, but then she seemed to sigh, her entire body slumping before her chest fell still. And although he’d never seen anyone die before, he knew she was dead.

For a few seconds he stood over her, staring down at her body, the gun pointing at her ruined face, as if he feared she would somehow come back from the dead and he’d have to shoot her again. Then he managed to shake off the shock and re-gather his thoughts, trying to comprehend what he’d done, how he had been driven to this moment of madness that he would never be able to take back. His head span wildly as he checked the surrounding area. They were alone, but he knew it would only be a matter of seconds before people came to investigate – only minutes until the police arrived. So he turned and ran, fleeing like a terrified fox from the hounds towards London’s Southbank and safety. The feeling of joy and exhilaration he’d expected never came. Instead he felt sick with fear, sadness, and regret, and as he ran, he would have given anything to have been able to undo what he’d just done. The hopelessness of his situation pushed tears from his eyes, but he didn’t cry for her – his sorror and terror were just for himself. Only now that the anger had gone did he realize that he’d have to spend the rest of his life living with the fear of one day being caught.

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