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No Mercy
John Burley
No Mercy is a harrowing tale of suspense, brutal murder and the dark secrets that lie beneath the surface of a placid, tight-knit town.Perfect for fans of Harlan Coben and Linwood Barclay this is a page-turning thriller.The peaceful town of Wintersville is a place safe from the crime and congestion of city life, where neighbours feel like family. It’s the perfect place to live.But when a teenager is discovered brutally murdered in the woods, it becomes clear that a psychopath is roaming the streets. Dr Ben Stevenson, the town’s medical examiner, and father of two young boys, becomes entangled in the hunt for the murderer, determined to keep his family safe.But as Ben uncovers the dark secrets of his seemingly quiet community, he confronts a truth that will haunt him forever and puts those he loves in serious danger.
JOHN BURLEY
No Mercy
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Source ISBN: 9780007559480
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Version: 2015-06-23
Dedication (#ulink_0ef1cc08-918b-55ea-9e3b-5aee59d53f64)
For LGandMNGB
There is no real me, only an entity, something illusory, and though I can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable: I simply am not there.
—Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho
What is done out of love always takes place beyond good and evil.
—Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil
Contents
Cover (#ub4cea08c-10e5-599f-b756-d921d1560364)
Title Page (#u856f0177-59de-51d3-9dd1-588200acd758)
Copyright (#u737e4b22-51e9-5d72-b618-fd710f9c74e4)
Dedication (#u32110830-0751-5eb3-a7d5-41d0fc231e7e)
Epigraph (#u2ac4b42c-010f-595b-ad02-c21591f1aa24)
Part one: The Young Man in the Black T-Shirt (#u15027224-78d3-53fc-b335-db324c2839a2)
Chapter 1 (#u92aea82f-9afe-5096-a6e5-77a063af868c)
Chapter 2 (#ueb9b3cce-8a47-5d5e-b4b4-f1e011068aac)
Chapter 3 (#u8aabed50-9c9d-509d-9479-86b9eddb104d)
Chapter 4 (#uaaa430f1-735e-56c9-872e-653e0cb7fca0)
Chapter 5 (#ucc8f9011-5837-5628-b648-ae474ffc3c48)
Chapter 6 (#u5f1682e8-1036-528b-bc73-c2ad881b19aa)
Chapter 7 (#ud9046f8c-c027-57dc-82e7-4606871a4d25)
Part two: To Witness the Dead (#uc61622b5-0b4d-5fd0-afb4-cf674975c11b)
Chapter 8 (#u7f4a2b38-acab-5f76-8c79-6ac25ca78d4e)
Chapter 9 (#u5dfaf713-c854-545a-811c-74b8104e1d0f)
Chapter 10 (#u5150c482-eb70-5b06-b33f-302f253fcd01)
Chapter 11 (#u34d8c15e-2380-53b2-b202-f65cd1371135)
Chapter 12 (#litres_trial_promo)
Part three: The Girl (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter 14 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 15 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 16 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 17 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 18 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 19 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 20 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 21 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 22 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 23 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 24 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 25 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 26 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 27 (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter 29 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 30 (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter 33 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 34 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 35 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 36 (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter 40 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 41 (#litres_trial_promo)
Part five: Discoveries (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter 44 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 45 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 46 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 47 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 48 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 49 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 50 (#litres_trial_promo)
Part six: Terms of Survival (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter 53 (#litres_trial_promo)
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Acknowledgments (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)
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About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)
This is not the beginning.
Up ahead, a young man sporting jeans and a black T-shirt walks casually down the concrete sidewalk. He hums softly to himself as he ambles along, Nike-bound feet slapping rhythmically on the serpentine path he weaves through the late afternoon foot traffic. He is perhaps fifteen – not truly a young man yet, but certainly well on his way – and he walks with the energy and indifference of one who possesses the luxury of youth but not yet the experience to appreciate its value, or its evanescence.
The predator watches the young man turn a corner, disappearing temporarily from view behind the brick exterior of an adjacent building. Still, he maintains a respectable distance, for although he has an instinct for how to proceed, he now relinquishes control to something else entirely. For as long as he can remember he has sensed its presence, lurking behind the translucent curtain of the insignificant daily activities of his life. The thing waits for him to join it, to embrace it – observes him with its dark and faithful eyes. But there are times – times like this – when it waits no longer, when the curtain is drawn aside and it emerges, demanding to be dealt with.
The young man in the black T-shirt reaches the end of the street and proceeds across a small clearing. On the other side of the clearing is a modest thatch of woods through which a dirt trail, overgrown with the foliage of an early spring, meanders for about two hundred yards until it reaches the neighborhood just beyond.
