Jackie Baldwin

Dead Man’s Prayer: A gripping detective thriller with a killer twist


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rel="nofollow" href="#litres_trial_promo">Chapter Twenty-Eight

      

       Chapter Twenty-Nine

      

       Chapter Thirty

      

       Chapter Thirty-One

      

       Chapter Thirty-Two

      

       Chapter Thirty-Three

      

       Chapter Thirty-Four

      

       Chapter Thirty-Five

      

       Chapter Thirty-Six

      

       Chapter Thirty-Seven

      

       Chapter Thirty-Eight

      

       Chapter Thirty-Nine

      

       Chapter Forty

      

       Chapter Forty-One

      

       Chapter Forty-Two

      

       Chapter Forty-Three

      

       Chapter Forty-Four

      

       Chapter Forty-Five

      

       Chapter Forty-Six

      

       Chapter Forty-Seven

      

       Chapter Forty-Eight

      

       Chapter Forty-Nine

      

       Chapter Fifty

      

       Chapter Fifty-One

      

       Chapter Fifty-Two

      

       Chapter Fifty-Three

      

       Chapter Fifty-Four

      

       Chapter Fifty-Five

      

       Chapter Fifty-Six

      

       Chapter Fifty-Seven

      

       Chapter Fifty-Eight

      

       Chapter Fifty-Nine

      

       Chapter Sixty

      

       Chapter Sixty-One

      

       Chapter Sixty-Two

      

       Chapter Sixty-Three

      

       Chapter Sixty-Four

      

       Chapter Sixty-Five

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       JUNE 2012

      Father Ignatius Boyd lifted the crystal tumbler to his mouth and gulped greedily at the brandy, his shaking hand causing the glass to knock unpleasantly against his teeth.

      The ruby velvet curtains and gas fire did nothing to dispel the chill he felt in his soul. It had rattled him seeing Frank Farrell at Mass this evening. His past mistakes had been haunting him of late as his body began to fail him. It would not be long until he met his Creator, and he had a feeling he would be found wanting. He had recently travelled to Rome to confess his sins to an anonymous priest but it had not brought him any comfort. His penance had not been the anticipated repetitions of the rosary, but a harsh command to reveal what had been hidden and to make what restitution was in his power. Until he completed that penance, his immortal soul remained in peril.

      When he had seen Farrell at Mass this morning he had felt it was a sign. Before his courage failed he had hurried after him but his shouted greeting had fallen on deaf ears.

      Another letter had been