• Chapter One.

    Thursday 13th April 2010
    MainBank Offices
    London

    Adam Barker’s life was falling apart in front of his eyes. The man was back. The one he’d seen on the tube. And at the cash-machine. And on his own computer screen, in his 8x8 ft cubicle, in the customer services room he shared with 39 other people, all of which with their own 8x8 ft cubicles. He’d had a hard time looking the man up, and had had to pull a whole lot of strings. Eventually he had found an old magazine article, dating seven years ago, that had featured in a small, Swedish publication that printed stories, theories and just about anything else related to the supernatural and the abnormal. The guy in the article, some nerd called Mikael Larsson who claimed his wife, who he was sure belonged to some secret cult, was testing new, breakthrough gaslighting techniques on him, didn’t seem to fit the man who Adam had noticed following him since last Tuesday. The man looked the same physically, but there was something Adam had seen in his eyes when he’d passed him near the ATM, some sinister, cold look he’d had, that didn’t fit the bright-eyed, curious expression he wore in the photograph he’d sent in with his gaslighting theory. So he dug some more.