Spawn by Shaun Hutson

Author:Shaun Hutson [Hutson, Shaun]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Horror, Horror fiction
ISBN: 9781907565465
Google: ui9RNAAACAAJ
Amazon: 1907565469
Barnesnoble: 1907565469
Goodreads: 287468
Publisher: MacDonald
Published: 1983-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

The afternoon grew dark early and, at four o’clock, Randall found that he had to switch on the lights in his office at Exham’s police station. The building itself was a two storey, red brick edifice about five minutes walk from the centre of the town. Its ground floor comprised an entrance hall, the complaints desk (where Willis now stood doing a crossword) and, beyond that, a type of rest room which doubled as a briefing base for the small force. A flight of steps led down to the basement and its six cells whilst the upper floor was made up of offices and store-rooms. There was a vending machine at the head of the stairs and Randall had managed to coax a cup of luke-warm coffee from it by the simple expedient of kicking it. The bloody machine was playing up and force seemed to be the only thing it responded to. Usually, one of the men popped in his twenty pence and the machine swallowed it gratefully without offering a drink in return. There’d been numerous complaints about it and Randall had decided it was time to get in touch with the manufacturers to see about getting it replaced. However, his thoughts lay on matters other than vending machines as he sat at his desk tapping his blotter with the end of a pencil.

Thoughts raced through his mind at break-neck speed, not allowing him to focus on them.

The murder of Ian Logan. The hunt for Paul Harvey. Even now, men were out searching for him, retracing ground which he knew they had already covered in the first early days when the maniac escaped. Randall sipped his coffee but found that it was cold. He winced and put the cup down. Harvey. Harvey. Harvey. The name rolled around in his mind like a loose marble. He thumped his desk irritably and got to his feet. There had to be a link between Logan’s murder and the escaped maniac. He walked to the window of his office and gazed out. From his vantage point he could see the small railway station which served Exham. A train was just pulling out, heading for London. The people of Exham were lucky in so far as they were able to reach the capital direct. Just a few stops up the line, in Conninford, lay Regional HQ and Randall’s superiors. They had already been on to him about his failure to find Harvey, once they discovered that the wanted man had committed a murder they would probably try and nail Randall to their office wall.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He felt so helpless, so frustrated. He looked out over the town.

“Where are you, Harvey?” he muttered, aloud.

He knew he would return home that night, the problem still on his mind. It was always like that now. He had many sleepless nights sifting through problems, unable to divorce work from home any longer. Home. He smiled bitterly at the irony of the word.

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