The Missing. C.L. Taylor
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Название: The Missing

Автор: C.L. Taylor

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Ужасы и Мистика

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isbn: 9780008118068

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       Chapter 61

      

       Chapter 62

      

       Chapter 63

      

       Chapter 64

      

       Chapter 65

      

       Chapter 66

      

       Chapter 67

      

       Chapter 68

      

       Chapter 69

      

       Acknowledgements

      

       Author Note

      

       Read on for an extract of Strangers

      

       A conversation with C.L. Taylor

      

       Book club questions for The Missing by C.L. Taylor

      

       Keep Reading …

      

       About the Author

      

       Also by C.L. Taylor

      

       About the Publisher

       Thursday 5th February 2015

      Jackdaw44: Do you want to play a game?

      ICE9: No.

      Jackdaw44: Not sex.

      ICE9: What then?

      Jackdaw44: Questions. I’m bored. It’s just a bit of fun.

      ICE9:

      Jackdaw44: I take it that’s a yes. OK. First question. Would you rather go deaf or blind?

      ICE9: You really are bored, aren’t you? Deaf.

      Jackdaw44: Would you rather drown in a river or burn in a fire?

      ICE9: Neither.

      Jackdaw44: You have to choose.

      ICE9: Drown in a river.

      Jackdaw44: Be buried or cremated?

      ICE9: I don’t like this game.

      Jackdaw44: It doesn’t mean anything. I’m just trying to get to know you better.

      ICE9: Weird way of doing it.

      Jackdaw44: I love you. I want to know everything about you.

      ICE9: Buried.

      Jackdaw44: Be infamous or be forgotten?

      ICE9: Forgotten.

      Jackdaw44: Seriously???

      ICE9: Yes.

      Jackdaw44: I’d choose infamy every time.

      ICE9: No surprise there.

      Jackdaw44: Cry at my funeral or save your tears for private?

      ICE9: WHAT?!! Stop being so morbid.

      Jackdaw44: I’m not. I’m just preparing you.

      ICE9: For what?

      ICE9: Hello?

      ICE9: HELLO?

       Chapter 1

       Wednesday 5th August 2015

      What do you wear when you peer into the barrel of a camera and plead for someone, anyone, to please, please tell you where your child is? A blouse? A jumper? Armour?

      Today is the day of the second television appeal. It’s been six months since my son disappeared. Six months? How can it be that long? The counsellor I started seeing four weeks after he was taken from us told me the pain would lessen, that I would never feel his loss as keenly as I did that first day.

      She lied.

      It takes me the best part of an hour before I can look at myself in the bedroom mirror without crying. My hair, cut in a short elfin style last week, СКАЧАТЬ