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Also by Mark Billingham

The DI Tom Thorne series
SLEEPYHEAD
SCAREDY CAT
LAZYBONES
THE BURNING GIRL
LIFELESS
BURIED
DEATH MESSAGE
BLOODLINE

Other fiction
IN THE DARK

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From the Dead

MARK BILLINGHAM

Hachette Digital

www.littlebrown.co.uk

Published by Hachette Digital 2010

The moral right of the author has been asserted.

All rights reserved.
No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a
retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without
the prior permission in writing of the publisher, nor be otherwise circulated
in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published
and without a similar condition including this condition being
imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

All characters and events in this publication, other than those
clearly in the public domain, are fictitious and any resemblance
to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

A CIP catalogue record for this book
is available from the British Library.

eISBN : 978 0 7481 1639 3

Hachette Digital
An imprint of
Little, Brown Book Group
100 Victoria Embankment
London EC4Y 0DY

An Hachette Livre UK Company

For Peter Cocks.
We'll always have Mijas...

PROLOGUE

For a few seconds after the petrol tank goes up, the woods are shocked into silence.

At least that's how it seems, as though it takes those moments of quiet and stillness after the whump of the explosion for every bird and insect and small mammal to release the breath it has been holding. For the wind to begin moving through the trees again; although, even then, it dares do no more than whisper. Obviously, as far as the men watching the burning car are concerned, it might just be that it takes that long for the ringing in their ears to die down.

And, of course, the man inside the car has finally stopped screaming.

Ten minutes earlier, dragging him towards the Jag, the younger of the two men had needed to slap the poor bugger a few times to keep him quiet. As soon as he'd been bundled into the passenger seat, though, there was no shutting him up. Not when he'd seen the handcuffs come out and the petrol can that had been taken from the boot.

Not once he'd realised what they were going to do.

'I didn't think he'd make such a racket,' the older man said.

'They always make a racket.' The younger man sniffed and smiled. 'You're not normally around for this bit, are you?'

'Not if I can help it.' The older man shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his Barbour jacket, looked up at the trees crowding in on the small clearing. The light was already starting to go and the temperature was dropping fast.

The younger man grinned. 'Don't worry, it'll warm up in a minute.' He opened the back door of the Jag and started sloshing petrol around.

The man who was handcuffed to the steering wheel threw himself back and forth in the front seat, the cuffs rattling against the walnut steering wheel and the spittle flying on to the dash and windscreen. He started shouting, begging the man with the petrol can to stop. He told him he had a family, told him their names. He said, 'You don't need to do this.' Then, 'For Christ's sake!' and 'Please ... '

The older man winced, like he had a bad headache, and told his colleague to close the door. Shut the bloody noise out a bit. The younger man did as he was told, tossed the empty petrol can back in the boot, then walked across and offered his employer a cigarette. It was refused, but he still took out a Zippo and lit one of his own.

'Happy?'

The man in the Barbour nodded. 'Just needed to get the details right. The clothes, you know? Jewellery, all that.'

The younger man nodded towards the car. 'Shame about your watch.'

The older man glanced down at the outline of a wristwatch, pale against a Barbados tan. 'It's all just ... stuff, isn't it?' He shrugged. 'Watches, cars, what have you. Means nothing at the end of the day. Living is what counts, right?'

The younger man drew smoke deep into his lungs then hissed it away between his teeth. He took two more fast drags then flicked the nub-end into the trees. Said, 'Shall I get this done, then?'

He took out the lighter again and a rag from the other pocket, which he twisted between his fingers as he walked back to the car.

The man inside the Jag was crying now and banging his head against the side window. His voice was rasping and ragged and only audible for as long as it took to open the door, fire up the lighter and toss the burning rag on to the back seat. No more than a few seconds, but it was easy enough to make out what was being said.

Those names again. His wife and son.

Said for nobody's benefit but his own this time, and he repeated them, eyes closed, until the smoke stopped them in his throat.

The two men moved back towards the trees and watched the fire take hold from a safe distance. Within ninety seconds the windows had blown and the figure in the front seat was no more than a black shape.

'Where you going to go?'

The older man nudged the tip of his shoe through the mulch. 'Now, why would you think you need to know that ?'

'Just asking, is all.'

'Yeah, well. Just think about the worthless crap you'll be spending your money on.'

' Your money, you mean.'

'Right. Can't be too many like this, can there? How many times you been paid twice for one job?'

'Never had a job anything like this one--'

That was when the petrol tank caught and went up ...

Half a minute later, they turn and walk back to where the second car is parked; away from the sounds that have begun to roll and echo around the clearing after those few dead seconds. The wind and the leaves and the creak of branches. The crackle and hiss as flames devour flesh and leather.

A hundred yards or so from the main road, the older man stops and looks up. 'Listen ... '

'What?'

He waits, then points when he hears the sound again. 'Woodpecker. Can you hear him?'

The younger man shakes his head.

'Great spotted, I'm guessing. He's the commonest.'

They start walking again, the woods growing darker by the minute.

'How do you know stuff like that?'

'Reading,' the older man says. 'Books, magazines, whatever. You should try it some time.'

'Yeah, well, you'll have plenty of time on your hands now, won't you?'

The younger man nods back in the direction of the car, the blaze clearly visible a mile or more behind them, through the dark tangle of oaks and giant beeches. 'You can read about fucking woodpeckers till the cows come home. Now you're dead ... '

PART ONE

A DECENT TRICK

ONE

Anna Carpenter had eaten sushi only once before, when some bloke she'd gone out with for about five minutes had been trying to impress her, but this was her first time in one of these conveyor-belt places. She thought it was a good idea. It made sense, having the chance to look at the food before you took the plunge, and it didn't matter if you let it go by half a dozen times while you made your mind up, because it was cold anyway.

Fiendishly clever, these Japanese...

She reached for a plate of salmon nigiri from the belt and asked the man sitting next to her if he could pass the soy sauce. He slid the bottle towards her with a smile, then offered her the pot of wasabi .

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