Sequel to Debunked
Inherited
The past is in your blood. The future is in their hands.
Eleven names from a 1950s test cohort. One of them belongs to Callum's own great-uncle. What began as one family's secret has become an app on millions of phones, and Callum has fourteen days to stop what comes next.
The opening
I was recognised, three times last month, in circumstances distinctive enough that I have started, against my own better instincts, cataloguing them the way I once catalogued mediums.
A woman at a petrol station outside Perth, filling her tank at the pump beside mine, who simply said, "You're the biscuit man," with such complete confidence that I did not have the heart to correct either the nickname or its source.
A teenager on the Glasgow Subway who filmed me for eleven seconds without asking, uploaded it with the caption "the guy from the psychic murder podcast," and generated, by his own later, cheerfully unrepentant account, forty thousand views by lunchtime.
At some point, Callum, this stops being boundaries and starts being a full-time occupation.Inherited
