Killing Cupid
He is watching her…The chillingly brilliant read from Mark Edwards and Louise Voss, the bestselling authors of Catch Your Death.Doesn’t love always feel this way?Alex Parkinson is in love with his writing tutor, Siobhan. He has never loved anyone like this, but how can he convince Siobhan that they are meant to be together?So Alex stalks her on Facebook and finds out where she lives, buys her presents using her own credit card and sends her messages telling her exactly what he wants to do to her. He breaks into her house, reads her diary and secretly listens to her while she takes a bath.Isn’t that what all lovers do?But when a love rival appears on the scene, Alex has to take drastic action, and soon a young woman lies dead after tumbling from the roof of her house. Now there is no-one standing in the way of Alex and his true love. But someone is watching Alex too and he is about to discover that there is a thin line between love – and hate…
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Killing Cupid
Mark Edwards and Louise Voss
Copyright
This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the authors' imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
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KILLING CUPID. Copyright © Louise Voss and Mark Edwards 2011
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Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Prologue
Part One
Chapter 1
I’ve got to take out my contact lenses, they’re sticking.
Chapter 2
My day off. Simon and Natalie were at work, and…
Chapter 3
Well. That was quite an evening.
Chapter 4
I spent all afternoon working on my online review of…
Chapter 5
As soon as he was through my front door, Phil…
Chapter 6
It took me almost an hour to choose the Klimt…
Chapter 7
Class went well last night. I think I’m finding my…
Chapter 8
I felt happy this morning. Really happy, endorphins fizzing and…
Chapter 9
OK, now, something very weird is going on. Either Biggles…
Chapter 10
Seeing them together tonight made me feel sick. The way…
Chapter 11
It’s too much. First, the card, the flowers and the…
Chapter 12
I had been so happy to see Siobhan in her…
Chapter 13
Have just got in from tennis. Dennis couldn’t believe how…
Chapter 14
I panicked, looking around the room, my instinct telling me…
Part Two
Chapter 15
It seems to be taking a long time, getting over…
Chapter 16
I heard someone come home at about 6.30 this evening.
Chapter 17
I need to find myself another tennis partner. I don’t…
Chapter 18
Emily and I had arranged to meet at Moulin Rouge,…
Chapter 19
I’d been trying to work up the courage to call…
Chapter 20
Emily came over again last night. I spent much of…
Chapter 21
I’m looking at what happened this morning as material for…
Chapter 22
The day started well. Emily came with me to the…
Chapter 23
As I was halfway through chapter 8 of my ‘novel’,…
Chapter 24
Waking up this morning, still drowsy, I heard Emily say,…
Chapter 25
I wonder if I should go back to Dr. Bedford. Or…
Chapter 26
Siobhan. Siobhan and Emily. Together.
Chapter 27
It was a really horrible thing to do. I know.
Chapter 28
Emily had to take the day off work yesterday, most…
Chapter 29
Haven’t written for a few days. Been too busy. But…
Chapter 30
Emily threw the rucksack on one bed and herself on…
Chapter 31
I slept like a baby – pot does that to…
Chapter 32
Right on cue, as soon as the brick shithouses had…
Chapter 33
My birthday’s nearly over; I’m drunk and weary and my…
Chapter 34
Ever since I started writing my journal I’ve become addicted…
Epilogue
Acknowledgements
About the Authors
About the Publisher
PROLOGUE
Alex
It was the sound of Kathy’s body hitting the concrete that kept me awake at night afterwards. It was like a hard-boiled egg dropped from a great height onto a wooden floor. A muffled thud, something splintering, a crack. And then the great silence that followed.
From my position up on the fire escape, I couldn’t see her. The moon had slipped behind a cloud. I peered down at the black shapes, thought I saw something dart over the back wall – a cat, a small fox? – and that fleeing creature woke me from my stunned state and made me move. There was only one thing to do.
Panic.
The metal steps were slippery from the rain that had fallen that afternoon, and as I walked backwards down the fire escape I slipped and banged my knee, scraping skin, hissing a curse that seemed to echo around me. With tears in my eyes I stood upright and looked out across London, at the jumble of shapes silhouetted on the horizon. The city looked different now. More dangerous. Another secret – mine, my latest – crawled through the city and joined the millions that hid in London’s nooks and basements and hearts.
Back inside Kathy’s flat, I tried to gather my thoughts and work out what needed to be done. Had I left fingerprints? What had I touched? I’d come in from the pub, stood by the window, taken the beer that my temporary friend had handed me, chilled and cracked open, a wisp rising from its neck.
