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Praise for
No Other Darkness

“Last year, Sarah Hilary’s
Someone Else’s Skin
was acclaimed a superb debut. It was no fluke.
No Other Darkness
is just as excellent, and DI Marnie Rome is a three-dimensional character of an emotional depth rarely encountered in the world of fictional cops.”


The Times
(London)

“At the center is a queasily equivocal moral tone that forces the reader into a constant rejigging of their attitude to the characters. And did I mention the plotting? Hilary’s ace in the hole—as it is in the best crime thrillers.”


Financial Times

“Unnerving and compelling.”


The Lady
(London)

“Riveting . . . Sarah Hilary delivers in this enthralling tale of a haunted detective, terrible crime, and the secrets all of us try to keep.”

—Lisa Gardner, #1
New York Times
bestselling author

“An exceptional new talent.”

—Alex Marwood, Edgar Award–winning author of
The Wicked Girls

“Truly mesmerizing from its opening page to its thunderous denouement. A haunting, potent novel from a bleakly sublime new voice.”

—David Mark, author of the DS McAvoy series

“Sarah Hilary cements her position as one of Britain’s most exciting and accomplished new writers. Complex, polished and utterly gripping, this is a book to make your heart pound.”

—Eva Dolan, author of the Zigic & Ferreira series

Praise for
Someone Else’s Skin

“Fans of Val McDermid and Ian Rankin will love this tremendous debut.
Someone Else’s Skin
puts Sarah Hilary and DI Marnie Rome squarely on the map. A gripping, disturbing examination of domestic violence with gravitas in spades, this book haunts you well after its finish.”

—Julia Spencer-Fleming,
New York Times
bestselling author of
Through Evil Days

“A truly engrossing read from an exceptional new talent. Hilary writes with a beguiling immediacy that pulls you straight into her world on the first page and leaves you bereft when you finish. Intelligent, emotional, and totally unexpected in terms of where it goes. I truly loved this book.”

—Alex Marwood, Edgar Award–winning author of
The Wicked Girls

“I briefly interrupt my Internet detox to say thank you for sending me
Someone Else’s Skin
. Finally finished it this morning. So brilliantly put together, unflinching without ever being gratuitous . . . and I love the way Sarah writes—every other page has a line I wish I’d thought of myself. It’s the best crime debut I’ve ever read and deserves to be MASSIVE.”

—Erin Kelly, author of
The Poison Tree

“If this first entry is anything to go by, Hilary’s sense of plot and subtle character building will make the DI Marnie Rome series one to watch.”


Shelf Awareness

“[Hilary] skillfully interweaves multiple viewpoints on the way to the mystery’s unsettling conclusion.”


Publishers Weekly

“Gripping and full of graphic details about the lives and psychology of her characters, both abusers and their victims. You might be surprised at the end to learn which is which.”


Mystery Scene

“A supurb debut and an impressive new cop-heroine, modern, passionate, and mixed-up.”


The Times
(London)

“A tense, deep, and dramatic tale of domestic violence.”


The Independent
(London)

“An intelligent, assured, and very promising debut.”


The Guardian
(London)

“What an entry on to the thriller scene Hilary has made with
Someone Else’s Skin
. She writes deftly, unobtrusively, subtly drawing her readers in. . . . It’s the story that really drives this novel, though, and this is a corker: twisty, tricksy, and, on occasion, seriously scary. This is an extraordinarily good debut.”


The Observer
(London)

“There’s an accomplished writer learning her trade here, and it richly deserves to succeed.”


The Daily Mail
(London)

PENGUIN BOOKS

SOMEONE ELSE’S SKIN

Sarah Hilary lives in Bath with her daughter, where she writes quirky copy for a well-loved travel publisher. She’s also worked as a bookseller, and with the Royal Navy. An award-winning short story writer, Hilary won the Cheshire Prize for Literature in 2012.
No Other Darkness
is her follow-up to
Someone Else’s Skin
.

PENGUIN BOOKS

An imprint of Penguin Random House LLC

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New York, New York 10014

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First published in Great Britain in digital format by Headline Publishing Group 2015

Published in Penguin Books 2015

Copyright © 2015 by Sarah Hilary

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ISBN 978-0-698-15116-1

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Cover design: Colin Webber

Cover image: Peter Dazeley/Getty Images

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Contents

Praise for
No Other Darkness

About the Author

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

PART ONE

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

PART TWO

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Author’s Note

Acknowledgements

For my mother, the best in the world

Five years ago

Fred’s crying again, a snotty noise with a whine in it, like the puppy when she’s shut outside. Archie’s the oldest so it’s his job to take care of Fred when Mum and Dad aren’t around, but he’s fed up of drying Fred’s tears and wiping Fred’s nose. Most of all, he’s fed up of telling Fred it’s going to be okay. Archie doesn’t like telling lies, especially not to his little brother.

Fred’s only five but he’s got a way of looking at you like the puppy when he knows you’re lying. ‘No more scraps, girl. All gone,’ but Budge always knew Dad was lying and she started whining even before he shut her outside. There’s a smeary spot on the sliding door where she put her nose when she looked at you, begging to be let back in.

‘I want Mummy,’ Fred hiccups. ‘Where’s Mummy?’

He’s twisted the sleeping bag so that Archie can’t see the zipper. There’s a long dirty streak up the side of the bag where the cement floor’s rubbed. The sleeping bag smells bad, like everything else down here. Fred smells bad, and so does Archie.

He says, ‘You’ve got to lie still. It’s night-time, go to sleep.’

‘It doesn’t feel like night-time,’ Fred whines.

There are no windows down here, so Archie can’t show Fred the dark outside, the way he would at home. He shows Fred the watch face, even though Fred’s only just learning to tell the time. ‘Little hand’s on the eleven, see? That means it’s eleven o’clock.’

‘I want a banana,’ Fred sobs. ‘Elevenses I have my banana.’

‘That’s eleven in the morning. This’s eleven at night.’

‘Then I want Mummy to tuck me in.’

Archie’s skin’s too tight around his neck. ‘You are tucked in,’ he says. ‘I tucked you in.’

He rolls away so that his back’s turned to Fred. It’s mean, but it’s what Archie does at home so he thinks maybe Fred will take the hint and go to sleep. After a bit, he decides it must’ve worked because Fred’s gone quiet, except for a couple of sniffs, and that whistle in his chest. His face is white but it’s a hot white, like when the sun’s gone behind clouds.

The whistle in his chest means something’s wrong inside.

Fred’s sick.

Archie knows his brother’s hungry, because he’s hungry too. If he was back home he’d say, ‘I’m starving,’ but he’s scared to say that here, in case it’s true. In case they really are starving, him and Fred. Archie won’t tell lies, and he won’t say things – terrible things – that might be true. In case it makes them come true, like a jinx, or a dare.

When Fred says, ‘Mummy’s never coming, nor Daddy,’ Archie tells him to shut up. It’s the only time he gets angry with his brother. ‘Of course they’re coming. Shut up.’

Archie blinks his eyes open in the dark. He doesn’t need to pretend for Fred, not right now. Even if he’s awake, Fred can’t see. He saw the watch because it’s got a little light in the side, but it’s too dark for him to see Archie, and anyway,
Archie’s turned away. He could pick his nose or cry – he could cry for Mum and Dad, as long as he cries quietly – and Fred won’t know. He can’t see Archie’s face, just the back of Archie’s T-shirt where the label sticks up.

Archie should’ve put on pyjamas at bedtime. He made Fred put on pyjamas, but it was hard work and by the end of it Archie was too tired to be bothered with his own, so he’s gone to bed in his T-shirt and shorts. It’s the first time he’s done that: broken the rules. He should’ve brushed his teeth, too, but he didn’t. He made Fred brush his teeth and then he pretended he’d done his, when Fred was using the bucket.

It scares Archie that he’s started breaking the rules, but it also makes him feel brave, like when he stood up to Saul Weller at school. Instead of hitting Archie harder, Saul gave him a brofist. Sometimes it pays to break the rules.

The T-shirt label tickles. Archie’s neck is bony, and every bit of him hurts. He’s cold all the time. If he was at home, he’d pull the duvet higher. The sleeping bag won’t be pulled. It’s sweaty inside, and it stinks. Archie hates the stink almost as much as he hates the dark, although he’d never admit it, not to Fred, not even to himself.

At home, their bedroom’s at the top of the house and Mum used to say she’d put up special curtains to block out the light, but she never did and Archie’s glad because he doesn’t like the dark and besides there’s a tree outside their window where a blackbird nests. They couldn’t see the bird if the curtains were special.

Archie wishes there was a window down here.

But all he’d see would be earth, packed and black.

Even if the window was in the roof, like the one in Saul Weller’s house, all he’d see would be earth.

They’re buried, underground.

The thought makes Archie sick, makes his wrists skip like
he’s run a race. A sour taste leaks into his mouth, like puke coming up. He doesn’t want to think about it. He screws his eyes shut and thinks of the blackbird, its yellow beak and blinking eye, watching through the branches of the tree at the top of the house where the light comes in and puts stripes across the foot of his bed, and Fred’s.

Fred murmurs in his sleep, ‘Mummy. Mummy . . .’

He has to keep quiet. They both have to keep quiet. That’s the first rule, and the most important one. They promised to keep quiet.

Archie curls his hands and fits a fist into his mouth to stop him from hushing Fred, from saying, ‘It’s all right. She’s coming, it’s all okay,’ because it’s wrong.

It’s wrong to tell lies, especially to your little brother.

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