It has been some time since my last post but I am afraid work and time got the better of me. Nevertheless, I have now read After Her Blood twice over. I would like to say that it has helped me progress with Emma Fielding’s case but this would be some way from the truth. … Continue reading The managing editor of Speculo disappeared in 2011, is presumed dead
I honestly do not know what to make of this, of anything in fact now connected with my search for Emma Fielding. I can only hope that my continuous recording of such strange, such unfathomable events will mean that I, or someone – god knows if it will ever be me – will be able … Continue reading “The book is connected to the case, and maybe even the disappearance of Emma Fielding”
I now have in my possession a package, the contents of which I will reveal in due course, but for now I can only write that things have taken a strange turn, the strangest of all. In truth, this whole adventure has entered the realm of the unfathomable. I returned three days ago from my … Continue reading The contents of the package I simply cannot comprehend…
It has been nearly two weeks since my ill-fated attempt to trace Emma Fielding to the place where her story, written in her own hand, came to an end. I have tried to put aside the brooding sense of disquiet that still lingers every time I think about my visit to that lonely village on … Continue reading “The police searched that bus top to bottom, inside out” – More evidence comes to light
Since Emma Fielding went missing my task has been clear: to do everything in my power to find her. I am not a trained investigator but I will do whatever it takes, despite my trepidation, my genuine fear about what I might uncover and the danger I may yet have to face. In the last … Continue reading Retracing Emma’s Last Known Journey
Dear reader The book is finally complete: Click here to get your copy. As stated in my previous post, the contents of the book are based mainly on Emma Fielding’s diary entries and pieces she wrote for her therapy sessions with me, as well as those included in the package sent to me after she … Continue reading Incomer.
Last night I was convinced he was coming for me. That he had found me. Doped up in that drugging limbo state before deep sleep, I heard the sound of his approach in the distance, as if on some other street somewhere; but in the space of seconds, there was the ominous thump of approaching … Continue reading “Last night I was convinced he was coming for me”…