Chased by an axe-wielding madman

Today I’m sharing an extract from my third Radwinter novel, ‘Raddy and Syl’. This is near the end but I don’t think I give anything away which will spoil the solution to the mystery Thomas Radwinter is trying to solve.

Thomas has gone to a house in Castair, a post-industrial town about twenty miles from where he lives, a bleak and rather desolate run down place – which is a complete fiction and not based on any real town I know.

He has rescued a woman called Kashmira and now is being chased by a violent and unpredictable man, Adnan… Be warned there are a few expletives in this passage

A figure appeared in the door… Adnan and this time he had what looked like a big chopper… I screamed at Kashmira to run and I picked up a brick and chucked it at him, it missed but he had to duck as he came down the steps.
I threw a coping stone which struck him on the shoulder and I rushed after Kashmira. She had got out of the gate, but disoriented had run the wrong way, away from the bridge. I shouted at her and ran after her as she hobbled ahead. I glanced back and Adnan was after us, no time to phone…
Kashmira had reached the lock and to my amazement she began to walk across the top of the lock gate, balancing like a wobbly tight rope walker. She was so desperate to escape, so brave…
There was a pole with a hooked end on the ground and I snatched it up, hoping I could keep her insane father at bay. He was shouting at me, raving… and then, oh thank god, I heard the blues and twos… Maybe Rashid had phoned the police…
Adnan swung his axe towards me and I poked at him with the pole. He took a swing at it and cut the end right off!
I poked at him again, backing away. I daren’t see where Kashmira was, I didn’t know what was on the other side of the lock – I’d never been here before… it must be near the station car park…maybe someone had found her…
I shouted for help, bellowed as loudly as I could ‘Help! Help!! Help!!!’
He suddenly raised the axe and ran at me, fuck! I held out the pole and he ran right into the chopped off end and suddenly I was falling sideways and so was he and I slammed onto the concrete edge of the lock and he tumbled in…
I lay winded, looking down at him as he splashed about in the filthy water about six-foot below..
“I hope you drown you mad bastard!” I shouted, except it wasn’t a shout it was more of a wheeze… and then I realised he was drowning and shouting ‘help’
I staggered to my feet and looked round for one of those ring things… there was a sort of cabinet with ‘use in case of emergency’ stencilled on it… but it was empty… I looked down at Adnan, paddling about, going under, drowning… where were the police? Where the hell were the police?
I took off my coat, emptied my trouser pockets, took off my shoes, sat on the edge of the lock and then reluctantly launched myself into the water… Shit it was cold… shit it was freezing… It was a terrible, terrible shock, that freezing water…
I swam over to him and damn me, he lashed out at me! I swam away – the bastard, the mad bastard – I’d jumped in to save him and now he was trying to drown me!

If you want to find out how Thomas got in this predicament, who Kashmira is and what happened next, here is a link to ‘Raddy and Syl’:

http://amzn.eu/fK2cbHS

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