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Jackie Malone has been murdered. Her body lies in a pool of blood in the north London flat where she worked as a prostitute. Deep knife wounds have been gouged into her corpse and her hands and feet are tied with coat hanger wire. For Detective Inspector Jack Delaney this is no ordinary case. He was a friend of Jackies and she left desperate messages on his answer phone just hours before she was killed. Despite no immediate leads and no obvious suspects, the fear in her voice tells him that this was not a random act of violence.Just as Delaney begins his investigation, a young girl is reported missing, feared abducted, and he is immediately tasked with finding her. Delaney knows he must act quickly if there is any chance of finding her alive, but he is also determined to track down Jackies killer before the trail goes cold. However, his tough and uncompromising attitude has made him some powerful enemies on the force, and Delaney soon finds that this case may provide the perfect opportunity for them to dispose of him, once and for all.

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HARD
EVIDENCE

For the last ten years Mark Pearson has worked asa full-time television scriptwriter on a variety ofshows for the BBC and ITV, including Doctors,Holby City and The Bill. He lives on the northcoast of Norfolk. Hard Evidence is his first noveland he is currently writing Blood Line, the secondbook in the Jack Delaney series, which will bepublished by Arrow Books in August 2009.

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ISBN 9781409035572

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Published by Arrow Books 2008

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Copyright Mark Pearson 2008

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First published in Great Britain in 2008 by
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London SW1V 2SA

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For Lynn with love

In 2004/2005 police figures indicated there hadbeen 1,028 child abductions in England andWales. That's three children a day. Or night.Abducted. Every eight hours a child is stolen in theUK.

BT press release

Each year in the UK more than 40,000 childrenunder the age of 16 are reported missing andafter two weeks 1,300 children will still not havereturned home.

BT Media Centre

1.

Night-time on the river, twenty-five miles west ofLondon. Kevin Norrell, a foul-breathed and acne-scarredman, hooded and sweating, pulled hard onthe oars, really getting into it now. Years ofsteroid abuse had given him strength, if notwisdom, and his blades flashed across the darkridges of the windblown river like scalpels slicingthrough mercury. He grunted as they dipped intothe water and pulled the boat upwards andforward. In the cloudless sky above, the moonhung full and fat, the sickly colour of a dying man.The colour of Billy Martin's yellowing face, infact, as he lay huddled in the corner of the smallskiff. His hands were bound with twisted coat-hangerwire, his mouth was pulled into a painfulrictus by a gag made from his own shirt.Trembling, he pulled his legs protectively intowards himself.

'For God's sake keep still!' A hooded man at theother end of the boat, holding a video camera.

Kevin Norrell pulled unconcerned on the oars,not missing a beat. He didn't know or care whothe huddled man was; he was paid for his muscle,not his brains. Billy Martin cared about something,though. You could see it in his rat-like eyesas they flicked from side to side like a warningfinger.

'Never work with bloody amateurs.' Thehooded man with the camera again. 'This isn't asteadicam, you know.'

Billy Martin twisted his face and managed tomove the gag a little. 'You think you're scaringme? You're not. Who do you think you're dealingwith here?'

'With you, dear boy. We're dealing with you.We're washing you away. Like a blot, like a stain.'

'I've got insurance.'

'You had insurance. I'm afraid the policy hasrecently been cancelled.' He nodded to KevinNorrell, who reluctantly laid down his oars andgripped Billy Martin's shoulders. Martin tried toshake loose, but Norrell's muscles bunched andhis fingers dug into the struggling man's shoulderslike mechanical claws and held him powerless.

'You can't do this.'

'But we can,' said the hooded man; he pointedthe camera and nodded encouragingly. 'Good.Let's see the fear.'

Kevin pulled Billy Martin upright; he wasscreaming with pure terror now, desperatelytrying to escape the huge man's grip. But Kevinlifted him up, his feet twisting uselessly in the air,then threw him into the river as easily as passing abasketball and with the casual indifference of arefuse collector emptying a dustbin.

Billy Martin's scream rang in the night air like asteam alarm as he crashed into the cold water, hisarms burning as he strained against the wireholding him, desperately trying to stay afloat, andfailing.

The second man nodded again, zooming in for atight shot as the rocking boat steadied itself, andcalled out encouragement to Billy Martin.

'That's it. Wriggle like an eel, splash out withyour legs.'

Billy Martin's screams gurgled and faded as hesank beneath the water. The ripples gradually diedaway, the boat was still and the river was peacefulonce more. The cameraman nodded to the rower,as if to praise a child, but the smile didn't reach hiseyes. Eyes which were as cold as the water thathad suddenly filled Billy Martin's lungs.

'Shame we couldn't get crocodiles,' he said aftera moment.

If Kevin Norrell had any idea what the man wastalking about, it certainly didn't register on hisface.

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The football. The cricket. The state of Englishsport in general. The bird off Emmerdale gettingher tits out for some lads' magazine. They'dbanned smoking, they'd be banning alcohol inpubs next, something else to thank the Californiansfor, no doubt, like the Atkins diet andlow-carb beer, and the bloody Mormons whobanged on your door with the sincerity and charmof house-to-house insurance salesmen, or cockroaches.

Jack Delaney let the conversation wash overhim as he downed a shot of whiskey with a quick,practised flick of his wrist.

He was sitting on a cracked leather stool at thewooden counter of the Roebuck, a scruffy northLondon pub. A big mirror behind the bar, withthirty-odd bottles of spirit in front, bouncingdifferent-coloured lights off it like a Christmas treefor alcoholics.

Delaney picked up his pint glass and let a sip ofcreamy Guinness soothe his throat if not his soul;even the door-to-door Mormons couldn't sell himthat, even if he had been in the market. No newsoul for Jack Delaney today; just the old, sin-spottedblack thing at the heart of him. Forgivehim, Father, for he had sinned. If women lookedat him, which they did often, they'd try to guesshis age and reckon it to be around the late thirties.He had dark hair, dark eyes, and if they got toknow him they would get to see that dark soul.Mostly he didn't let them get to know him.

Delaney held his whiskey glass out and noddedwith a wink at the barmaid. 'Evaporation.'

The barmaid took his glass, smiling but with noreal hope behind it. She poured a generous shot ofBushmills and placed it in front of him.

'Cheers, Tricia.'

'Any chance of getting a drink here!' A largeman, a few inches over Delaney's six one, butcarrying weight, and drunk. Delaney gave him aglance, dismissed him and returned to the solaceof his Guinness.

'The fuck you looking at?'

'Minding my own business here.'

'You seem to be minding my fucking business.And you' to the barmaid 'get me a fuckinglager.'

Delaney sighed and flashed her a sympatheticsmile.

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