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  LISA STONE

  THE DOCTOR

  Copyright

  Published by Avon an imprint of

  HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd

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  First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Publishers 2019

  Copyright © Lisa Stone 2019

  Cover design © Alison Groom 2019

  Cover photography © Shutterstock

  Lisa Stone asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

  A catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library.

  This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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  Source ISBN: 9780008322922

  Ebook Edition © July 2019 ISBN: 9780008322939

  Version: 2019-06-27

  Praise for Lisa Stone

  ‘The Darkness Within hooked me from the start. Once you start you won’t be able to stop!’

  Katerina Diamond, No.1 bestselling author of The Teacher

  ‘This is a cracking good read that had me hooked from the beginning until the end. Full of murders, spiritualistic intrigue and just a hint of romance. It is quick paced, extremely thought provoking and full of twists and turns. I didn’t want to put this book down.’

  Amazon reviewer

  ‘Fantastic book, couldn’t turn the pages quickly enough!’

  Amazon reviewer

  ‘A well-written and extremely addictive novel that will stick in your head long after putting it down.’

  Amazon reviewer

  ‘I flew through The Darkness Within; it maintained a dark and gritty atmosphere whilst covering some rather disturbing subject matters. But despite there being some very emotive and hard to read scenes described, I raced through the pages desperate to know how it would end and I certainly wasn’t disappointed.’

  Goodreads reviewer

  ‘A unique plot and storyline – I enjoyed the book immensely. It really makes you think.’

  Goodreads reviewer

  ‘What a powerful novel. I have read all of most of Cathy Glass’s books and here she is writing under a new name Lisa Stone. I love the fact she has branched into crime thriller and I think she has done it really well.’

  Goodreads reviewer

  ‘I really enjoyed this. Interesting and captivating story line, great characters and easy to read – not the subject matter which is difficult, dark and pretty violent, but the style of writing. A gripping thriller.’

  Goodreads reviewer

  ‘The Darkness Within is certainly a dark and gripping read and one that will win over new fans as well as old.’

  Goodreads reviewer

  ‘With areas that lead us to the dark depths of our own imagination, and parts so well described you could almost be in the same room, The Darkness Within is a struggle to leave unfinished.’

  Amazon reviewer

  ‘Thank you Lisa Stone for making my long train journey feel like a ten minute ride! I will now look forward to your next book.’

  Amazon reviewer

  ‘A great read. The author has a style of writing that makes the words just flow off the page and as the story develops it’s a difficult book to put down as you want to know how it’s all going to end.’

  Amazon reviewer

  ‘Absolutely fantastic, I could not put it down. Cannot recommend this book highly enough. You will become addicted to this author.’

  Amazon reviewer

  ‘An enjoyable chiller for the summer reading pile!’

  Goodreads reviewer

  ‘I loved the premise, it appealed to the horror/sci-fi loving side of me. Lisa understands human relationships and the ugly side of people very well, and this shone through in her work.’

  Amazon reviewer

  ‘Stalker had me hooked from the beginning and I read it in one session!’

  Amazon reviewer

  ‘Stalker got better and better, with a few surprises along the way. I’d highly recommend Lisa Stone.’

  Amazon reviewer

  ‘Had my heart pounding towards the end! Couldn’t put it down.’

  Amazon reviewer

  ‘Stalker is a completely and utterly gripping, engrossing read. What starts off as a case of voyeurism turns into something much darker and sinister, leading up to a fantastic ending. If you want a cracking good crime thriller, then I highly recommend this one.’

  Amazon reviewer

  Contents

  Cover

  Title page

  Copyright

  Praise for Lisa Stone

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Chapter Forty

  Chapter Forty-One

  Chapter Forty-Two

  Chapter Forty-Three

  Chapter Forty-Four

  Chapter Forty-Five

  Chapter Forty-Six

  Chapter Forty-Seven

  Chapter Forty-Eight

  Chapter Forty-Nine

  Chapter Fifty

  Chapter Fifty-One

  Chapter Fifty-Two

  Chapter Fifty-Three

  Chapter Fifty-Four

  Chapter Fifty-Five

  Chapter Fifty-Six

  Chapter Fifty-Seven

  Chapter Fifty-Eight

  Chapter Fifty-Nine

  Chapter Sixty

  Chapter Sixty-One

  Chapter Sixty-Two

  Author’s note

  Suggested topics for reading group discussion

  Acknowledgements

  Keep Reading …

  About the Author

  Books by Lisa Stone

  About the Publisher

  We all want to live forever, don’t we?

  Chapter One

  It was pitch-black outside except for the small light coming from the outbuilding at the very end of their neighbours’ garden. Emily could just
make out the slither of light through the tall shrubs and trees that flanked their boundary fence. No moon or stars shone in the cloud-laden sky and no wind stirred the foliage. She liked their secluded garden, it had been one of the reasons she and Ben had bought the house, but sometimes it felt just a bit creepy. Especially at night.

  ‘What do you think Dr Burman does in that outbuilding so late at night?’ she asked Ben as she stood at their bedroom window, gazing out, before drawing the curtains. ‘He’s in there most nights, often until very late.’

  ‘It’s his man cave,’ Ben replied. ‘His escape. It can’t be easy being a doctor all day, only to come home and have to look after your sick wife.’

  ‘I suppose,’ Emily said. ‘But I do find him and his wife odd. We’ve been in this house over a year now and they just about manage to say hello. I’ve tried to be neighbourly, but she doesn’t want to know.’

  ‘He says a few words to me in passing,’ Ben said, joining her at the window.

  ‘I would have thought she’d be grateful for some company. I never see her go out or have any visitors.’

  ‘Not everyone is sociable like you,’ Ben said, kissing her cheek.

  ‘And all those CCTV cameras at the front of their house,’ Emily continued, reluctant to let the matter go. ‘It’s completely over the top for these houses. I mean, none of us is rich or famous.’

  ‘Perhaps they’re secret millionaires,’ Ben laughed, then looked seriously at Emily. ‘Em, are you sure you don’t want to go back to work when your maternity leave ends? Is being at home really enough for you?’

  ‘Yes, I’m sure,’ she said, and turned to him with a smile. ‘Thank you for giving me the chance. I want to stay with Robbie a while longer. I know money will be tight, but I really wouldn’t be happy leaving him with a childminder all day until he’s a bit older.’

  ‘OK, I just wanted to make sure. I should be due a rise soon.’ He kissed her cheek again. ‘It’s late, love, I’m going to hop into the shower now.’

  As he left their bedroom, Emily turned again to the window and began to close the curtains. The light went off in Dr Burman’s outbuilding, plunging their garden into complete darkness. Eleven thirty. The same time as the night before. Why she should make a mental note of the time, she wasn’t sure. It was something she found herself doing, as well as looking into their house and garden at any opportunity. It seemed important to keep watch. A gut feeling that it felt safer that way. Although had she told Ben, she was sure he would have laughed.

  Chapter Two

  BACK FROM THE DEAD!

  A 15-year-old boy is to be frozen in the hope he can be brought back to life at a later date and cured of the disease that killed him.

  The teenager, who cannot be named for legal reasons, is close to death from a rare genetic condition. Because he is a minor he needed the court’s permission to have his body frozen using a process called cryonics.

  He told the judge he had investigated cryonics and was convinced that it would give him the chance of life in years to come when a cure had been found. The judge agreed.

  Following his death, his body will be taken from where he lives in England to the US, where it will be frozen and preserved at a cost of £40,000.

  ‘Read it!’ Dr Amit Burman snapped, throwing the newspaper onto his wife’s lap. ‘Perhaps you will believe me now a judge has ruled it’s acceptable.’

  Alisha picked up the newspaper, her fingers trembling, and read the article while he stood by waiting impatiently. She hated him when he was like this, all agitated. He scared her even more.

  ‘No, I’m sorry,’ she said, her voice slight. ‘You know my feelings. I think it’s unnatural, macabre, and against the laws of God and nature.’

  ‘And where is your God now you, you silly bitch?’ Amit demanded, his eyes blazing. ‘I don’t see him saving your life. Only doctors and advances in medicine can do that, and research is not progressing fast enough.’

  ‘But …’ she began and had to stop as a coughing fit took hold. She picked up the glass of water she always kept within reach and took a few sips. Her hand shook.

  ‘Don’t you see there’s nothing else the doctors can do for you?’ Amit persisted, trying to lower his voice. ‘You’d be making medical history. At the forefront of science. I’d do it if it was me.’

  ‘This is not the answer,’ she said quietly. ‘And there is no proof it will work. I think that poor lad and his parents have had their hopes raised for nothing. It is immoral. All that money that could have been better spent. I would hate to think of being sealed in a metal drum rather than at peace in the earth. He won’t even have a grave they can visit.’

  ‘No! Because he won’t be dead. You’re not listening to me!’ He thumped the coffee table hard and her water slopped from its glass. ‘He’ll be in a state of suspended animation. Haven’t you listened to a word I’ve said?’

  ‘Amit,’ she said, already recoiling from the blow that was sure to follow if she crossed him, ‘I’m not doing it. I don’t want to be frozen when I die and you can’t make me.’

  But the look in his eye as he raised his fist said that he could and would if necessary.

  Chapter Three

  ‘Welcome to the future. Welcome to ELECT – the gateway to everlasting life. I’m Owen, your guide for the day. You all have your information packs? Good. Sit back and make yourselves comfortable. I’ll start by saying a bit about our organization, then we’ll watch a short film of an operation in progress, followed by a tour of our facility.’

  As Owen began his talk, Dr Amit Burman glanced around the room. There were twenty of them seated in rows of matching leather armchairs in this small lecture room. Of different ages, ethnicity, male and female, but united in the belief that they or a family member could be preserved after death and brought back to continue their life. Some were clearly already ill – one woman had a portable oxygen tank hissing quietly by her side, while others, like him, were planning ahead. Here was the proof that old age and terminal illness needn’t be the end, that science would allow them to return and continue where they’d left off. Amit couldn’t understand why there weren’t more here. Twenty wasn’t a huge number considering what was on offer.

  He was taking notes, as were some of the others, although he thought he probably knew more than most – from being a doctor and all the research he’d done. He probably knew as much as Owen, he thought smugly, who was, after all, only their rep and tour guide.

  Owen was winding up the introductory talk now and about to start the film. The room fell silent as he pressed the remote control to dim the lights, and moved away from the large wall-mounted screen. The film began with a smiling shot of the founder, welcoming them and explaining their mission statement. Then his voice continued on the voice-over as the film moved to the operating theatre.

  Amit sat upright in his chair and concentrated hard. It was just like any high-tech operating theatre, and he was used to that. A dozen gowned and gloved staff: doctors, nurses, technicians, but with one significant difference – the patient was already technically dead. As the surgeon cut into the patient’s artery to drain the blood, the camera moved to a discreet angle to protect the squeamish. But Amit didn’t mind blood, not one bit. He saw it a lot in his job.

  ‘The patient’s blood is replaced by a chemical solution to stop ice crystals forming,’ the commentary on the film continued. A mass of wires and tubes could be seen snaking from the patient to bottles, monitors and a computer. ‘Then the body is gradually cooled down to minus 130 degrees Celsius before being submerged in the aluminium tank.’ A shot of rows of aluminium tanks standing like soldiers in the storage facility, their motors running in the background and labelled with the dangerous chemical symbol. ‘Inside the tanks, the temperature is minus 190 degrees Celsius. Colder than any place on earth and cold enough to stop the body from deteriorating. They are checked daily and will remain there until a cure is found when they will be brought back to life. Welcome to th
e future. Welcome to ELECT – Eternal Life Education Cryonics Trust.’

  The film ended and the room remained very quiet as the enormity of what they’d seen stayed with them.

  Owen slowly raised the lights and then returned to the front. The silence in the room continued until he spoke.

  ‘Quite something isn’t it?’ There were murmurs of agreement. ‘I’m sure you have plenty of questions, so if you could raise your hands we’ll take it in turns.’

  ‘I’m sorry.’ A middle-age woman stood. ‘You’ll have to excuse me, this isn’t for me. I won’t waste your time further.’

  ‘No problem. If you go to reception someone will see you out.’

  Apologising again, she hurried from the room, which left the group feeling united with the dissenter gone.

  Hands waved in the air.

  ‘Yes, sir,’ Owen said, pointing to a man in the front row. ‘Your question.’

  ‘How do you check on them each day? Is there a window in the aluminium tank?’

  ‘No, sir, we lift the lid of the tank. The liquid nitrogen needs topping up a little each day and this is done manually at the same time.’

  The man nodded and Owen pointed to the next hand.

  ‘Why are the patients suspended upside down in their tanks?’ a young woman in her thirties asked.

  ‘So that if there was an incident, the head would be the last to be affected. I would add that we haven’t had an incident yet.’

  He moved swiftly on, pointing to another person with their hand in the air.

  ‘All this relies on electricity. What happens if there is a power cut?’

  ‘We have our own emergency generating system. Also, the building is designed to withstand hurricanes and earthquakes.’

  ‘Do you store family members?’ a man asked.

  ‘Yes, we have a husband and wife here already.’

  Amit watched as an elderly lady raised her hand a little sheepishly.

  ‘Yes, ma’am?’

  ‘This may sound silly, but do you store pets?’

  Idiot, Amit thought.

  ‘Absolutely,’ Owen said. ‘It’s not a silly question. We have two dogs and a cat. They are held in a separate room as their preservation tanks are that much smaller.’