Free Murder Path (Fallen Angels Book 3) by Max Hardy

on his face. ‘How does that link to the Seymour family?’
    ‘From the limited amount of public information that is out there about the Seymour family, and believe me, there isn’t much, they are descendants of Cotton Mather, coming back to England and settling in Northumberland in the 1870’s.’
    ‘Tenuous, but certainly something to explore further.’  Saul commented, still ruminating on the information.
    ‘I get that, but at least it is something.  The other key thing for me is the religious angle.  Cotton Mather was devoutly religious, to the point of fervour, to the point of instigating witch trials for anyone who didn’t uphold the puritan belief.  But we can only really infer a connection from that.’  Rebecca agreed, still buoyed even under Saul’s pragmatic appraisal of the research.
    ‘Did you find out anything about Henry Seymour’s sister who lived in Italy, or about the clinic we both had fertility treatment at?’ Saul queried, scanning the sign posts and side roads off the A697 as they came out of Wooler.
    ‘I couldn’t find a public record with any information about a sister.  There was nothing at all either on Jessica Seymour being his daughter.  The only information I found were newspaper articles about her marriage to Henry and subsequent charity work together.  As for the fertility clinic, it is still there and still very popular.  I couldn’t find anything that directly linked it with the Seymour family, but then you called, and I stopped searching.  We should be there soon, shouldn’t we?’ Rebecca asked, looking at the road signs as well.
    ‘A mile or so on now.’  Saul answered, his features still contemplative as he scanned the road.  ‘The only person that seemed to know more about the Seymour family was Gordon Ennis.  He knew about the sister, about the brother and about the family ‘curse’, caused by inbreeding, so he thought.  Henry specifically funded the ‘Fielding Institute’ to research it.  Ennis also said, with Henry’s death, the last of the known Seymour bloodline ended.  We need to get hold of the information Ennis had on the family.’ Saul finished, his attention now fully focused on the straight road ahead: on the solitary figure standing in the middle of the straight road ahead, next to a road sign pointing left, towards Chillingham.
    Rebecca noticed Saul’s gaze, seeing a glint of anger scream from his eyes and watched as his hands gripped the steering wheel until they were knuckle white.  There was a sudden roar and lurch of the people carrier as he dropped two gears and floored the accelerator, the speedometer shooting up to sixty miles an hour.  Rebecca stared down the road and saw the man in the road as well: the man who was the doppelganger of Saul.
    ‘John, what are you doing, slow down!’ Rebecca demanded with a firm yet concerned tone, her anxious gaze darting between Adam in the road, getting closer, and Saul in the seat, becoming visibly more furious.
    ‘Time to take control Rebecca.  If he’s not bothered about dying, then let’s just kill him.  One less person for us to worry about.  One less person to play us.’  Saul snarled, the speedo now hitting seventy, Adam now only eight hundred metres away, standing resolute, staring at the oncoming vehicle.
    ‘One less person to fucking question, one less person to help us figure out what the hell is going on John.  Think!  You’ve got our son in the car.  Do you really want to risk his life to avenge Sarah and Michael?  Stop being a fucking alpha male and think John, fucking think!’  Rebecca screamed, trying to wrestle the wheel now, not budging Saul’s fixed, frenetic hands.
    The people carrier was four hundred metres away now, and hitting eighty miles an hour.  Adam was staring directly at Saul, his body language relaxed.
    ‘I can stop the pain in a second.  All the pain you were put through, all the pain I’ve been put through: stopped in a second! Stopped