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BEYOND EVIL
Neil White
DI Sheldon Brown has never recovered from finding the body of Alice Kenyon brutally murdered, naked and abandoned in a pool. And he’s never stopped pursuing his main suspect, hellraiser and lottery winner Billy Privett either.So when Billy is found dead and, what’s more, viciously dissected, DI Brown’s obsession is rekindled. Who killed the notorious millionaire in such a bloodthirsty way? With jaded lawyer Charlie Barker – who desperately needs to pick up the pieces of his own life – Sheldon will uncover a world of drugs, long-buried secrets and a cult with a deadly conviction to their cause …
NEIL WHITE
Beyond Evil
To everyone at Avon
Table of Contents
Title Page (#u236661ba-7fc3-535a-a2a6-63472e265934)
Dedication (#u6d831825-86aa-5253-8c38-d660ba1f1473)
Chapter One (#ud4d46087-774b-5c14-9aed-f082c46e02da)
Chapter Two (#u0a63e2cd-f209-54dc-8542-77830650c3fb)
Chapter Three (#u58e704b6-9d12-59a3-b42f-e9c71d108f42)
Chapter Four (#ub6092a83-f8b4-5493-b3b4-2ef65451f524)
Chapter Five (#u72474528-352a-5365-8397-ce93fb16c19c)
Chapter Six (#uc51a509b-d994-538f-87ce-0595f01c6316)
Chapter Seven (#u628dcdb8-f1ce-56e5-96fc-ae0ea3504579)
Chapter Eight (#ub3bdf096-88a9-53bf-a4f4-02027881946b)
Chapter Nine (#u225605ab-35ef-54ce-be8f-83ba4a4ee7a9)
Chapter Ten (#ud898fe0d-2c52-51a3-8f1a-c3956d040383)
Chapter Eleven (#ua21ba29e-d19a-5e07-ab99-f0158ae6895e)
Chapter Twelve (#u7485ac9f-15a1-5b3e-a833-3b80e7bcb40a)
Chapter Thirteen (#u2d2c83e6-6a09-522f-96a9-a95e522cf14f)
Chapter Fourteen (#ubf79a18e-9a9d-50ce-bc2a-4f7e94a36ca9)
Chapter Fifteen (#uca3e48ca-1d1a-5c56-bd7c-4f85359b989a)
Chapter Sixteen (#ub1bd6960-1ef9-5707-a218-152c2efcbacf)
Chapter Seventeen (#u8717de87-44d8-5795-bb1e-bd24f61ebd7b)
Chapter Eighteen (#ub8985157-f0a6-5216-8f77-5937744ab13d)
Chapter Nineteen (#uba0de00b-4f28-55e8-bc87-641512517235)
Chapter Twenty (#u70ea6f2f-50d4-5cb3-8df6-25e3c789c12e)
Chapter Twenty-One (#ua579bfc4-c9c1-5283-9678-dfda11ccd50c)
Chapter Twenty-Two (#u635fd867-df53-5a1a-ba8a-ccfc03f4e5c0)
Chapter Twenty-Three (#u5a981a1b-20b8-5fa1-a09e-2d0d6dcb825d)
Chapter Twenty-Four (#u81e3f5ad-0adc-5c36-93cf-24e5e6cc4c65)
Chapter Twenty-Five (#u95832a07-0d4e-5d7b-b802-af8b9df441f6)
Chapter Twenty-Six (#udc7c3b35-25fd-5024-a483-1b2d771acd0f)
Chapter Twenty-Seven (#ufea534a2-2952-5429-b6bd-79fce56c4361)
Chapter Twenty-Eight (#u680075bc-6215-5699-8c49-7f7e5eb8b99b)
Chapter Twenty-Nine (#uaac56a32-2cd3-5e7f-b6a3-447fa748bf48)
Chapter Thirty (#uea5d4460-8876-5cf9-b74f-7c7e845d6dca)
Chapter Thirty-One (#u5e7a67c5-6ac8-5efe-b25a-1d774b6c33b1)
Chapter Thirty-Two (#ubcae2e4d-1bb1-57da-8a3c-be9980e1e58a)
Chapter Thirty-Three (#uc3ae24f5-a44e-5d4a-97f5-4c822e7e22f2)
Chapter Thirty-Four (#u6c45064e-ec96-5fe3-9a4d-7dc7d6582f88)
Chapter Thirty-Five (#ued4988a6-311e-529f-bf0c-80a3442f8ebc)
Chapter Thirty-Six (#u455aecd5-2b48-5e82-b726-9df4392596bc)
Chapter Thirty-Seven (#u36357077-4afa-5e91-9e50-35ecf0ad2375)
Chapter Thirty-Eight (#ue35fa6a1-4265-5348-a3f5-abcaaf9ababe)
Chapter Thirty-Nine (#u5b0a7971-b0d3-5d3e-807b-ac01d2979399)
Chapter Forty (#ub4415704-ecbe-5304-8ffa-78d00c488672)
Chapter Forty-One (#u1b3418d8-6e6f-533b-aa0f-1d17ae7ab700)
Chapter Forty-Two (#ue38d5147-7292-5491-8996-1adfa0c5284d)
Chapter Forty-Three (#u812c45ae-4d93-5ee4-9f9c-210ad4d13171)
Chapter Forty-Four (#u6e7c592a-db01-51c6-88ea-3bc6339f5911)
Chapter Forty-Five (#u26d433c0-6746-5030-8712-e60a46a33f12)
Chapter Forty-Six (#uf52572ef-697b-5041-99f0-fabba92796e2)
Chapter Forty-Seven (#u17df5d0d-784e-5ca2-a824-9ec78929c14e)
Chapter Forty-Eight (#ue267eadf-0f39-528e-91d0-8e3133601a30)
Chapter Forty-Nine (#u10f6391f-233b-51e7-8147-32a90c865078)
Chapter Fifty (#uca4c0a1e-66d2-5675-8593-d9ddf693f02d)
Chapter Fifty-One (#udf3c0bd1-75bb-5410-9c5b-d59067a5888e)
Chapter Fifty-Two (#u10ef8f5f-badf-5f8e-8b0f-f82ce03f5e9f)
Chapter Fifty-Three (#ud8baa6d6-52c8-55e1-b439-9fd6e05f0424)
Chapter Fifty-Four (#uae3665e3-8b4d-5315-bce6-012fd93a99aa)
Chapter Fifty-Five (#u60e6162b-e75d-5de7-bdb3-924641422297)
Chapter Fifty-Six (#u29006c7e-0bdb-5e1c-96d5-e2ac7e783f53)
Chapter Fifty-Seven (#udc7bc6f4-7542-570f-8c71-dd5256acd0c4)
Chapter Fifty-Eight (#ua997ad38-d269-583b-a875-2bd51e7dcc98)
Chapter Fifty-Nine (#uf9e71992-b668-551f-8f94-7b9270e5be11)
Chapter Sixty (#u1256f3d5-cbfa-5676-bd6e-6f6ca18a766c)
Chapter Sixty-One (#u30c4ac95-7267-598a-90f5-9db061413d6a)
Chapter Sixty-Two (#u32462181-9e15-57ea-ac3b-d1869515ac3c)
Chapter Sixty-Three (#u7ae6ef81-a067-5a07-b10c-6a9338ca067c)
Chapter Sixty-Four (#uf0079745-5c8c-564b-b239-152609b234ca)
Chapter Sixty-Five (#u7a832335-240b-56db-8bea-b8fe6dc7d987)
Chapter Sixty-Six (#u3566a2b3-30d7-5ba0-81b3-e74282b80377)
Chapter Sixty-Seven (#u94613622-829c-5f0b-ba2c-bb4444c793af)
Acknowledgements (#u01e3475e-82e6-50cb-a312-f2db84f4509a)
Neil White’s Writing Tips (#ub27f43b3-a50d-5248-8180-0edc1b461857)
About the Author (#u7665cb30-f6af-5538-90f8-e6ceac79c5a2)
By the same author (#u23052490-386d-5f99-9c35-2026fe31d27b)
Copyright (#u394ca176-d68a-50c3-a549-74b69d57d906)
About the Publisher (#u06ec9d67-6128-5ebf-ae0b-c7170118b632)
Chapter One
The blue flickers of the police lights dominated the view as Sheldon Brown looked out of his windscreen. He’d had the call thirty minutes earlier, and so had scrambled out of bed, the fatigue chased away by adrenaline. That had faded, replaced by the rhythm of his heartbeat, like flutters in his chest.
Sheldon reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out his bottle of diazepam, small blue wonders. He washed two down with a bottle of water. They wouldn’t take effect straight away, he knew that, but just the act of taking them made his fingers tremble less. He checked his reflection in the car mirror, that his tie was straight, his shirt not too creased. He didn’t look too bad. It was the middle of the night. That would give him some latitude.
He stepped out of his car and pulled at his shirt cuffs. The cold hit him straight away. It was summer, but the night air never stayed warm in Oulton, the Lancashire town that had become the hub of his police career. He had started out in the town as a young cadet, a few years spent sorting out the fights that spilled out from the pubs, the licensing hours just a guide, not a rule. His rise through the detective ranks took him to the larger towns in the county, but eventually he made his way back.
Oulton was the last stop before the moors, where the roads out of the valleys snaked upwards and towards Yorkshire, where there were few trees to stop the howl of the wind, just coarse grasses that grew wild. The town didn’t offer much for tourists other than a starting point to go somewhere else. There was a small maze of shops, once family-run businesses turned into charity shops and nail salons, but most of the pubs were boarded up now, victims of supermarket booze and the smoking ban. Weather-beaten terraced streets ran up the hills to empty patches of land where factories used to dominate. Some of the houses were rendered and painted in pastel shades, except that exhaust fumes and cold winters had turned them shabby, so that they were just dirty breaks in the lines of grey stone.
There were some elegant spots though, where the mill-owners had lived, grand stone gestures set in their own grounds, with curving gravel drives and wide lawns, nymph statues spraying water into lily ponds. The mills were gone, and so they made for large country hotels, used for weddings and by those walkers who liked to start their hikes as near to the top of the hills as they could.
Sheldon was in front of one of these hotels, the drive lined by marked police cars, headlights illuminating a huddle of people in uniform slacks and shirts. Ivy spread over dark grey walls and around white lattice windows, with wide glass conservatories along both sides. He took his suit jacket from the hook in the back of his car, and once buttoned up, he took a deep breath and set off walking. Just take command, was his thought, as he got closer. He tugged at his cuffs again. The gravel crunched under his feet, like loud cracks in the night. There were people looking out of their bedroom windows, curiosity beating sleep.
A uniformed officer walked towards him, his fluorescent jacket bright green in the darkness, bouncing back the weak light from the faux Victorian lamps that lined the driveway. His arms were outstretched, ready to turn him away. Sheldon pulled out his identification and said, ‘What time did the call come in?’
The constable held his hand up in apology and said, ‘Just after one, sir.’
‘Who’s supervising the scene?’ Sheldon said.
‘Sergeant Peters.’
Sheldon knew her. Tracey Peters, smart and ambitious, but normally on the burglary team.
‘You’re the first inspector to arrive, sir.’
Sheldon nodded, just to stop the panic rising. This could become his case, but he had to control it.
‘So what have you heard?’ Sheldon said.
‘You won’t like it, sir.’
‘I don’t expect to like it,’ Sheldon said, the words coming out clipped and precise. ‘I said what have we got?’
A blush crept up the constable’s cheeks. ‘A male, dead, in there,’ and he pointed towards the hotel. ‘There was a complaint about noise, and when the duty manager went to the room, he found a body.’
‘Any word on who it is?’
