Maps of Hell

Maps of Hell
Paul Johnston

“I awake in a windowless room – naked, filthy, bruised, robbed of my every memory. I feel inexplicably drowned in a sea of hatred and rage. I… don’t know who I am. But I know I must escape. ”Crime writer Matt Wells could never have conjured a plot this twisted. A secretive militia running brainwashing experiments in a remote location have made him a subject. He knows they have been feeding him instructions, but why?Taunted by maddening snatches of a life he can’t trust as his own – including memories of a woman he feels he should remember – Matt’s accused of three gruesome murders. On the run from his kidnappers and the law, Matt must piece everything together – before it’s too late.“Blood, gore and ingenious twists… I loved it. ” Kate Atkinson “Johnston does an expert job… Great stuff. ” Laura Wilson, Guardian “Fast, furious and twisted as hell. ” Mark BillinghamPRAISE FOR THE DEATH LIST AND THE SOUL COLLECTOR

Dirty Game

Jessie Keane

Dedication (#u32b84b9c-0be0-5914-83e0-92552a530974)

To my Dad, who loved a cracking good book.Here’s to you, Dad. God bless.

Prologue (#u32b84b9c-0be0-5914-83e0-92552a530974)

Annie Bailey knew she was dying. She was in an ambulance, she knew that too. It was very bright. She could hear the siren, feel the motion. She had drifted in and out of consciousness several times since they had bundled her in here. She knew that someone was leaning over her, saying her name, clamping a mask to her face, telling her it was going to be all right, Annie. While someone behind him shook his head.

Yeah, she was dying all right.

She could taste blood and her face was wet with it. Couldn’t seem to get her breath. Which was what you’d expect, if you’d been shot in the chest.

‘You’re all right, Annie, you’re going to be fine,’ said the medic.

Bullshit, she thought.

But she was okay with that because at least now there was no pain. They’d given her a shot of something, a sharp sting in her arm and suddenly she was floaty and hazy, but still aware. Aware of too-bright lights and the man bending over her telling her lies, aware when that same man turned and looked at his companion and nodded, aware that the other one moved to the front and said: ‘Every red light’s a green one, Steve.’

She closed her eyes. Too bright in here. But this seemed to cause the man agitation.

‘Come on, Annie, look at me. My name’s Simon. Look at me, can you see me, I’m right here.’

It was too bright in here. She kept her eyes closed, despite what he said. Stubborn as a mule, as always, going her own way. Going, for sure.

So this is what it’s like to die, thought Annie. Actually it wasn’t too bad. No pain, anyway, not now. She gulped down a breath. It was difficult, breathing. She tasted blood again – unpleasant. But now she couldn’t feel the movement of the ambulance as it roared, tyres shrieking, siren screaming, through the night streets of London. Couldn’t feel anything much, really, and that was good.

She was sinking into a warm cocoon. The medic’s voice was fading.

‘Fuck, she’s flatlining,’ she heard him say.

She felt a little movement then, someone doing something at her chest where the bullet had ripped through, severing flesh, exploding bone, but there was no pain now, no pain at all, and that was good.

She thought of Max, Ruthie and her mother, but there were no regrets now, it was too late for regrets. It was too late for anything because she was too busy dying. Her mind felt detached, disengaged from what was happening here. She let it wander back, to find the place where it had all begun for her.

Contents

Title Page (#u41d04308-a8f6-5632-809d-8e49b869d8c1)

Dedication (#u6b3a03db-6dd7-5b45-bb30-31b550a3349d)

Prologue (#u30f01672-dd9b-5714-bf49-cb0f40ba9dc1)

Chapter One (#u031e2854-0954-59ae-804e-6900354d0f2c)

Chapter Two (#u10da7df6-0291-5be5-b4fe-1fbae21a2498)

Chapter Three (#u7e8bc8e0-31b9-58ed-9d21-7989e4656b6f)

Chapter Four (#u99663348-8c34-5fc5-abd7-d8ed94fef559)

Chapter Five (#ueab0cc41-b790-5b60-a6a0-266bf5a000a6)

Chapter Six (#uc6cfbce2-4836-542f-9215-862d2a543b81)

Chapter Seven (#uad77a416-00c8-51c3-a5ef-911e708affad)

Chapter Eight (#uc5eee5f2-73f3-543e-ae93-48cdd438dcc1)

Chapter Nine (#ube83fc25-7450-5725-8136-3a2d2f7215ac)

Chapter Ten (#u4b619a58-cecd-50b6-89b9-ee22e34dea32)

Chapter Eleven (#ub0ddec05-1e8b-5a71-96e0-a65ed1db419b)

Chapter Twelve (#ue7ccc63b-aaa4-5536-bff6-a0c71ac666e2)

Chapter Thirteen (#u20adb618-bc01-5424-8806-a61009544ae8)

Chapter Fourteen (#uf0c5faa2-dbb2-5790-980f-d671db4ca9b3)

Chapter Fifteen (#u18870850-10fc-541f-b027-2c6e0302a977)

Chapter Sixteen (#u385dccef-7397-53c5-b948-0b5fa613e107)

Chapter Seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eighteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nineteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty One (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty Two (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty Three (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty Four (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty Five (#litres_trial_promo)