PRAISE FOR ROSS ARMSTRONG
âAddictive and eerie, youâll finish the book wanting to chat about itâ â Closer Magazine, Must Read
âA twisted homage to Hitchcock set in a recognisably post-Brexit broken Britain. Tense, fast-moving and with an increasingly unreliable narrator, The Watcher has all the hallmarks of a winner.â â Martyn Waites
âRoss Armstrong will feed your appetite for suspenseâ â Evening Standard
âUnreliable narrator + Rear Window-esque plot = sure-fire hitâ â The Sun
âBrilliantly written⦠this psychological thriller is definitely one that will keep you up to the early hours. Five Stars.â â Heat, Book of the Week
âA dark, unsettling page turnerâ â Claire Douglas, author of Local Girl Missing.
âCreepy and compellingâ â Debbie Howells author of The Bones of You
âThe Watcher is an intense, unsettling read⦠one that had me feeling like I needed to keep checking over my shoulder as I read.; â Lisa Hall, author of Between You and Me
ROSS ARMSTRONG is an actor and writer based in North London. He studied English Literature at Warwick University and acting at RADA. As a stage and screen actor he has performed in the West End, Broadway and in theatres across the UK, where he has worked opposite actors such as Jude Law, Joseph Fiennes, Kim Cattrall and Maxine Peake. Rossâ debut title The Watcher was a top twenty bestseller and has been longlisted for the CWA John Creasey New Blood Dagger.
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First published in Great Britain by HQ in 2018
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First edition published with the title Head Case in Great Britain in 2018
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Ebook Edition © January 2018 ISBN: 9780008182267
Version: 2018-10-29
For all those who
think differently
âHush little baby
Hush quite a lot
Bad babies get rabies
And have to be shotâ
1
âDee. Dah dah dah dee dah, dah dah, dee dahâ¦â
It was a year of miracles. The year I learned how to walk and talk again, the year I met Emre Bartu and the year the girls went missing.
But first came December.
The weekend before my first week as a Police Community Support Officer began. The last week in which my brainâs valleys, ridges, streets and avenues remained in perfect working order.
Back when I thought a lot differently. Before I became âBetter Than Normalâ as Ryans says. He says that because in some ways I definitely am. Better than you, I mean. No offence.
Itâs a Christmas gift that will lie under my brain stem, wrapped in the folds of my cerebellum, romantically lit by my angular and supramarginal gyrus, for the rest of my grateful life.
So letâs go back to the last week when the inside of my skull was anatomically âcorrectâ and aesthetically as it had been since the day I was born.
When my brain functioned as it does for the ânormalsâ. The others. The ones devoid of irregularity or uniqueness. No offence.
Before the fractures. Before the accident.
If it was an accident.
2
âSo itâs you
The one I thought I knew, I knew,
No matter what we put the other through
Itâs always youâ
The truth about Gary Canning is revealed to me by Anita herself. Like most things, I donât see it coming.
I imagine Gary as a P.E. teacher, displaying his sporting prowess and gym-earned physique to the kids of Tower Hamlets as he coaxes the unwilling into exertions like rugby, basketball or maybe even worse. But in actuality, Gary is a Geography teacher with a fair to middling beard. It has pretty good coverage but is patchy in a way that suggests inconstancy of character, a fatal lack of conviction in his genes, or a rather flawed grooming technique. I know this because I find his picture on social media. Thatâs when I first see the face of Gary Canning.