Killing Cupid. Mark Edwards

      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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      First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2011

      KILLING CUPID. Copyright © Louise Voss and Mark Edwards 2011

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      Source ISBN: 9780007460717

      Ebook Edition © JANUARY 2012 ISBN: 9780007458813

      Version: 2016-12-16

      Contents

       Cover

      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

       Keep Reading

      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.