The Watcher: A dark addictive thriller with the ultimate psychological twist

9 days till it comes. (#litres_trial_promo)

Part Six: The Big Stay (#litres_trial_promo)

Day 1: In short, I got nothing. (#litres_trial_promo)

Day 2: Flat 11. Blind open. Vincent. (#litres_trial_promo)

Day 3: Flat 4. Alfred; Flat 7. Liz and Dicky. (#litres_trial_promo)

Day 4: A complete shut-out. (#litres_trial_promo)

Day 5: Jonny’s hands. (#litres_trial_promo)

Today. (#litres_trial_promo)

9 days till it comes. Evening. (#litres_trial_promo)

8 days till it comes. Single white male. (#litres_trial_promo)

7 days till it comes. And here we are. (#litres_trial_promo)

7 days till it comes. Outside. (#litres_trial_promo)

Part Seven: In My Sights (#litres_trial_promo)

6 days till it comes. Morning. (#litres_trial_promo)

6 days till it comes. Afternoon. (#litres_trial_promo)

6 days till it comes. Evening. (#litres_trial_promo)

5 days till it comes. (#litres_trial_promo)

4 days till it comes. (#litres_trial_promo)

2 days till it comes. (#litres_trial_promo)

1 day till it comes. (#litres_trial_promo)

1 day till it comes. 2 p.m. (#litres_trial_promo)

The Day It Comes. (#litres_trial_promo)

Part Eight: The Woman on the Fourth (#litres_trial_promo)

The day it comes. Afternoon. (#litres_trial_promo)

The day it comes. Evening. (#litres_trial_promo)

The day it comes. One minute later. (#litres_trial_promo)

The day it comes. Evening. (#litres_trial_promo)

28 September. 9 a.m. (#litres_trial_promo)

Part Nine: The Tick Hunter (#litres_trial_promo)

28 September. 12 p.m. The Bad Kids. (#litres_trial_promo)

28 September. 12.45 p.m. Nathan. (#litres_trial_promo)

28 September. 1.10 p.m. Sandra. (#litres_trial_promo)

28 September. 1.40 p.m. Thompson. (#litres_trial_promo)

28 September. 3 p.m. My saviour. (#litres_trial_promo)

28 September. 3.30 p.m. (#litres_trial_promo)

28 September. Evening. 6.30 p.m. (#litres_trial_promo)

Part Ten: The Hastings Rarities (#litres_trial_promo)

28 September. 7.15 p.m. (#litres_trial_promo)

28 September. 8.55 p.m. (#litres_trial_promo)

29 September. The small hours. (#litres_trial_promo)

29 September. 6.35 a.m. (#litres_trial_promo)

29 September. 6.45 a.m. (#litres_trial_promo)

29 September. 6.55 a.m. (#litres_trial_promo)

29 September. 7.35 a.m. Sunrise. (#litres_trial_promo)

Part Eleven: The Life List (#litres_trial_promo)

1 December. (#litres_trial_promo)

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

7 days till it comes. (#ulink_d211e43a-b157-5430-b376-b8e9375ad4a9)

I look in her direction. About fifty metres away behind a sheet of glass stands a woman. Looking out at the reservoir. She’s in the building opposite. I’ve spotted him in that building before, but not her. I’ve been watching him. She’s about my height, my build. She could be my reflection. Except she couldn’t because she’s a little darker, has an air about her. European. Her hand rests on the frame of the door, softly. She is lost in thought. No, she is concerned. She scratches her bottom lip with her teeth. She wears lipstick. She has a tousled fringe. She has a light blue dress on, for the summer. I adjust the dial on my binoculars, to sharpen the focus. Her eyebrows, perfectly plucked, knit in displeasure. Her face is half lit by the early evening sun streaming through her window. North facing. Or perhaps it’s not her window. I certainly haven’t spotted her before. In there. With him. Which is strange.

She takes a careful step backwards. Steady, feline. The sun recedes now, kissing her features goodbye. The dark of the room smooths over her face, like a sheet, enveloping her. She’s harder to read. But I can still see her. She’s so still. Careful. Intense. Pensive. Every muscle in her face firm and poised. Rich with intent.