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One Last Breath free pdf 1 Monday, 12 July 2004 Today was the day Detective Constable Ben Cooper was supposed to have died. For practical purposes, he was already dead. His feet and hands felt icily cold, as if death might be creeping up on him slowly, claiming his body inch by inch. For the past half hour, Cooper had been unable to move his arms or his legs, or even his head. Mud-stained rock filled his vision, every crack and protrusion glistening with dampness in the beams of light that swung across the passage. He could smell the mud and sweat around him, and hear the splashing of water as it echoed in the confined space. The rock was so close to his face that his breath condensed on it and fell back on him as mist. It filled his mouth with the sharp taste of stone. Cooper had never imagined that he'd feel so helpless. The roof seemed to be sinking closer towards him, pressing down to crush his skull. He could sense the mass of the hill poised overhead. One tiny movement of the earth's crust over Derbyshire, and millions of tons of rock would flatten him where he lay. He'd be squeezed to a juice, reduced to an inexplicable red smear for future geologists to find. "Only a few more minutes," said a voice in the darkness, "and we'll reach the Devil's Staircase." Then the light went off the roof, and Cooper could see nothing at all. For a moment, he thought the rock had already crushed him, and he began to panic. His lungs spasmed as if there were no oxygen left for him to breathe. Cooper felt himself tilted violently backwards, but he was strapped in too tightly to move. Looking up from this angle, he saw a cluster of yellow PVC oversuits glowing in the sporadic light. Lamps createdpools of luminescence around them and distorted their shadows on the roofs and walls. But there were no faces visible in the darkness. He was jolted again. He was sure the stretcher would turn over and tip him on to the floor of the passage, where he'd drown lying helpless in two feet of muddy water. And that would be the end of his career in Derbyshire CID. He'd never expected it to be like this. "I want to die in the daylight," he said. But no one was listening to him. As far as they were concerned, he was already dead. Detective Sergeant Diane Fry stumbled in the middle of the floor and kicked out in irritation. She'd never thought of herself as a tidy person-there were too many messy loose ends in her life for that. And God knew, her flat was a tip- she might have been competing with the students across the landing for the pigsty-of-the-year award. But the intrusion of someone else's untidiness was a different thing altogether. It made her grit her teeth every time she came home from a shift. She'd barely noticed the mess when it was her own clothes thrown on the bathroom floor, but finding a pair of black jeans halfway across the room from the laundry basket reminded her that she was no longer alone. Fry's pager was bleeping. She checked the number, scooped up her phone from the edge of the bath, and dialed. "DS Fry here. Yes, sir?" Her boss at E Division, Detective Inspector Paul Hitchens, was at his desk early this morning. Yet he sounded far from alert. "Oh, Fry. Are you on your way in?" "Very shortly." "OK." Fry waited expectantly, but heard nothing except a metallic whirring in the background, as if Hitchens were having someconstruction work done on his office. "Was there something, sir?" "Oh, just . . . Does the name Quinn mean anything to you, Fry?" "Quinn?" "Mansell Quinn." "I'm sorry, it doesn't." "No. No, it wouldn't." Hitchens sounded as though his mind was on something else entirely. Fry pulled a face and gestured impatiently at the

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Author : Stephen Booth
Publisher : Bantam Books
Data Published : 01 July 2006
ISBN : 5551553140
EAN : 9785551553144
Format Book : PDF, Epub, DOCx, TXT
Number of Pages : pages
Age + : 0-1 years
Language : English
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    Free Ebook Download ePub. 1 Monday, 12 July 2004 Today was the day Detective Constable Ben Cooper was supposed to have died. For practical purposes, he was already dead. His feet and hands felt icil