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Louise Voss & Mark Edwards 3-Book Thriller Collection: Catch Your Death, All Fall Down, Killing Cupid
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Год написания книги
2019
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Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Part Two
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
Epilogue
Acknowledgements
Read on for a thrilling extract of Forward Slash (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Authors (#litres_trial_promo)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)
Catch Your Death (#ue7ca10b4-a6c6-5e09-b5c6-6c796ae8331e)
LOUISE VOSS AND
MARK EDWARDS
Catch Your Death
Dedication (#ue7ca10b4-a6c6-5e09-b5c6-6c796ae8331e)
For the kids: Gracie, Ellie, Poppy and Archie.
Prologue Sixteen Years Ago (#ue7ca10b4-a6c6-5e09-b5c6-6c796ae8331e)
The world was on fire.
Or maybe she wasn’t in the world any more. Maybe this was Hell. The heat, the taste of sulphur on her tongue, the sickness, the torment. Screams rang through the air, relentless, monotonous, a one-pitch yell of despair. She opened her eyes and saw a figure stooping over her; a hovering devil, with flaming red hair. She tried to shout but all that came out was a rasping noise, and the devil’s face was close, the brimstone smell of its breath in her nostrils.
‘Kate. Kate, get up. Come on.’
She stared, blinked. Slowly, a face came into focus. Not a devil, but Sarah, her red-headed room-mate.
Sarah pushed aside the thin sheet that covered Kate’s body and took her by the hands, pulling her up. Kate’s pyjamas were damp and cold, but her skin was desert-hot. Her fever was nearing 105 degrees. Sarah was in a similar state, but she’d been lying on top of her sheets, too ill to sleep.
Kate’s bare feet touched the floor. It hurt. Everything hurt. Her body was a bruise, tender to the touch.
‘Come on.’
Kate could still hear the screaming, and put her hands to her ears to block it out. She’d only ever felt this ill once before, as a child. She had the vaguest memory of a nurse with black skin and kind eyes sponging her down with cold, cold water which dripped down her narrow heaving chest, and soaked the waistband of her pyjama trousers. She’d cried, weakly, at the ordeal. Cried for her mother, even though her mother was already gone.
She wished the nurse was here now, to cool her with water, to put out the fire that raged across her skin.
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