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PRAISE FOR ROSS ARMSTRONG
‘Addictive and eerie, you’ll finish the book wanting to chat about it’
– Closer Magazine, Must Read
‘A twisted homage to Hitchcock set in a recognisably post-Brexit broken Britain. Tense, fast-moving and with an increasingly unreliable narrator, The Watcher has all the hallmarks of a winner.’
– Martyn Waites
‘Ross Armstrong will feed your appetite for suspense’
– Evening Standard
‘Unreliable narrator + Rear Window-esque plot = sure-fire hit’
– The Sun
‘Brilliantly written… this psychological thriller is definitely one that will keep you up to the early hours. Five Stars.’
– Heat, Book of the Week
‘A dark, unsettling page turner’
– Claire Douglas, author of Local Girl Missing
‘Creepy and compelling’
– Debbie Howells, author of The Bones of You
‘The Watcher is an intense, unsettling read… one that had me feeling like I needed to keep checking over my shoulder as I read.’
– Lisa Hall, author of Between You and Me
ROSS ARMSTRONG is an actor and writer based in North London. He studied English Literature at Warwick University and acting at RADA. As a stage and screen actor he has performed in the West End, Broadway and in upcoming shows for HBO and Netflix. Ross’ debut title The Watcher was a top-twenty bestseller and has been longlisted for the CWA John Creasey New Blood Dagger.
Also by Ross Armstrong
The Watcher
The Girls Beneath
Beach Bodies: Part One
ROSS ARMSTRONG
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E-book Edition © June 2019 ISBN: 9780008361358
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Table of Contents
For my wonderful mother, who barely watches TV and falls asleep in the cinema.
‘Let me sing to you now, about how people turn into other things’
Ovid, The Metamorphoses
3.06 p.m.
Sly, Liv and Summer smoke cigarettes on the sun deck as they discuss what to do about Zack’s wild mood swings, and more than that: about his habit of stealing the girls’ clothes, his insistence on spraying everyone with water every five minutes ‘cos it’s jokes’, and his constant attempts to get everyone to wrestle.
He has become bannoying: a phrase coined by Summer to describe that point where boring becomes annoying.
Sly flicks his long mop of wet-look mohawk to one side as he listens to both women speak, peering over his purple half-moon shades like a black Nineties vampire. His look is augmented by a nose ring; he was picked by the producers as ‘the edgy one’. Though this refers purely to his look. His personality, by contrast, is very simple. He’s either a man at peace with his inner thoughts, or one that doesn’t have many.
Liv talks passionately, sawing the air with her hands, as she explains that she feels that Zack’s not being real. She suggests they confront him in a peaceful but firm way and give him a fair hearing, a kind of intervention, that would allow him to understand their views in a non-confrontational way. ‘A kind of non-confrontational confrontation, if that makes sense,’ she adds, pushing her dark hair away from her olive-green eyes.
She