Electric Light (Blair Dubh Trilogy #3) by Heather Atkinson Page A

thrill-seekers hoping to experience some of the Blair Dubh darkness but this was the fucking limit. They intended to copulate on hallowed ground. It was a blasphemy, evil, wrong.
    As he vaulted over the wall and landed soundlessly behind a large headstone he drew the silenced pistol from his belt, the same one that had killed Adam Michie.
     
    “Simon,” giggled Vicky as her boyfriend fumbled with the clasp of her bra. “Are you sure this is right?”
    “Course it is,” he smiled down at her. “Bugger,” he whispered when he struggled to unfasten her bra because his hands were shaking with excitement. He’d dreamed of this for weeks after reading all about the activities of Father Logan. He was addicted to true crime - books, documentaries, online articles, anything he could get his hands on and his erection was urgent and painful knowing he was so close to the body of one of the serial killers he was so fascinated with. He didn’t know what was more exciting - Vicky or the grave.
    “It’s creepy knowing I’m lying on top of a murderer,” she said.
    “It just makes it more exciting,” he replied, burying his face in her neck, sliding his hands under the cups of her bra instead because he couldn’t remove it.
    “What if someone sees us?”
    “Who’s going to see us? We’re all alone up here, with the ghosts.”
    “Don’t say that, it’s spooky enough.”
    Slowly he unzipped her jeans and slid his hand inside her panties, silencing her protestations as she released a sigh of pleasure, her lips curling into a lazy smile. “That feels good.”
    “I know. Just relax,” he whispered, kissing her mouth.
    As Vicky pressed her hands to his crotch she sensed someone standing over them. Opening her eyes she released a scream that made Simon jump.
    “What is it?” he said, frowning down at her.
    Fear had stolen her voice. Instead she nodded at something over his shoulder and he turned and released a cry of surprise when he found himself staring down the barrel of a gun.
    “So you want a taste of the Blair Dubh madness, do you?” said Graeme.
    Both teenagers were terrified by the rage in his eyes. Simon’s potent erection deflated. Up close this wasn’t so much fun.
    “We didn’t mean any harm,” he said, starting to roll off Vicky.
    “Don’t move,” Graeme ordered and he went still. Beneath him Simon could feel Vicky had gone rigid with fright. When warmth seeped into his jeans he thought he’d wet himself, until he understood that it was her. Simon didn’t consider the man to be a serious threat, he thought one of the locals, pissed off with their antics, had come to give them a good scare. Well he wasn’t about to allow this idiot to make a fool of him, especially in front of Vicky. “I’m sorry if we upset you but were just having a bit of fun. We’ll go now.”
    “No you fucking won’t. I said don’t move,” he barked when Simon tried rolling over again.
    The stranger’s savage tone and the ferocity of his gaze finally told Simon that he wasn’t playing and something with cold bony fingers touched his spine, raising the hairs on the back of his neck. “We’ll leave now and we won’t come back.”
    “You’re never leaving here,” said Graeme before pulling the trigger.
    The bullet hit Simon in the back, ploughing through his heart and slamming into Vicky’s right shoulder. She cried out in pain and tried to scream but her voice was stolen as her whole body turned numb with shock.
    “Don’t, please,” she whimpered, the tears starting to fall. Her sobs grew louder when the gun was aimed at her head and she knew there was nothing she could do to stop it. Simon’s dead weight was pinning her to the ground, making escape impossible. He was so heavy it was difficult for her to breathe and she had the horrible feeling she was going to sink into the grave beneath her.
    Graeme’s glare was merciless. “You have desecrated holy ground. In turn, the sinner must be punished,” he