The Deepest Cut

by Conor Corderoy

Murdoch never wanted to love, but once he learned to, someone stole his woman. Now—whoever they are—he wants to make them pay. A young woman has just been brutally murdered by a serial killer. Her father is the supreme crime lord in London, and he wants Murdoch to find that killer. But Murdoch has promised Maria he is done with his old life. Then his best friend’s niece is killed in the same horrific way, and he knows the killings are a message—for him. But from who? Someone is out to get him—and the woman he loves. His search leads him into the darkest reaches of the serial killer’s mind. But when he thinks he has his man, things take an even more sinister twist. Suddenly, he is in a desperate chase across Spain and into Morocco and Algeria. The prize is Maria’s life, even at the cost of his own sanity. Because what he finds there is too horrific to believe.

318 pages, Paperback

Published May 2, 2017

About the author

I was born in London, on the 9th November, 1957, which at the date of writing makes me 57 years old. Since then I have moved over 100 times, and you can draw your own conclusions about that. I had very little involvement with my parents, and for that I am grateful. It helped me to develop a very deep-seated belief in independence and freedom, which informs everything I do.

When I was two we moved first to Ibiza and then to the tiny Formentera, in the Med. In those days it was about as remote as you could get without leaving Europe. From a very early age there was a ‘UFO’ Presence in my life. I put UFO in inverted commas because it wasn’t always an unidentified flying object. I have written down some of the incidents where I had encounters with this Presence, and you can read about them here. Some of the incidents I cannot write about. Again, you can draw your own conclusions.

I do not channel, and I do not receive information from beings from other planets about what goes on in our ‘world’. I treat all such information with skepticism, and anyone who has read Dark Rain knows why. Our world is our responsibility. That is what freedom means.

I spent my childhood as a wild, barefoot boy on a wild, remote island in the Mediterranean. It was pretty close to paradise. Between 1967 and 1970 the hippies who set out from California ended up on Formentera, decked in flowers and smelling of hash. It was a wild, psychedelic time for a wild, barefoot boy. One day I’ll write about it. It fuelled my passion for freedom and made me understand that freedom starts in the mind and spreads from there.

At this time the UFO Presence grew much stronger. It affected my life in a variety of ways which I cannot talk about yet and do not want to talk about yet. But it made me understand that there are intelligent life forms which we call ETs or Aliens who actually inhabit our own world, but where we have a material, three-dimensional presence in the space-time continuum, as well as a conscious presence in the two-dimensional mental world, they exist only in the mental world and can only interact with the physical world in very special circumstances. They did this for me on one occasion, when I was 12, in order to bring me a vast, priceless, esoteric library. That set my life on a new course and we moved to Cordoba. Mainland Spain.

In Cordoba I learnt Tae Kwon Do and to ride horses. I was pretty good at both. I hooked up with a crowd of young Spaniards and we used to walk into the Sierra Morena, which was pretty remote then, and search for UFOs. Sometimes we found them – or so we thought. Actually they found us. The Presence was by and large benign and there was a lot of telepathic communication, as well as automatic writing and other forms of contact, but I ended up disregarding well over 90% of the information because it simply was not reliable and it was so full of holes you could drain spaghetti through it.

At 19 I set off on an odyssey intending to become a rock star. I went to London and did far too many things to recount. At 25 I met my second wife, while working at a drug rehab near the Portobello Road in London’s Notting Hill, and with her unflagging help and support I became a writer and discovered that this was, along with the pursuit of true freedom, my great passion. We had two adorable and staggeringly beautiful daughters and I experimented with academia, becoming an Incorporated Linguist, a barrister at the Inner Temple (which was very cool), a psychologist and a Master Practitioiner of NLP. During this time the Presence did not withdraw entirely from my life, but stepped back to allow me to grow and explore in wider directions.

In 2008 I left England on my own and moved back to Spain. I had encountered death and violence on a number of occasions in my life, but I encountered it in 2010 in ways that were profound and gave me a deep insight into the nature of life and death. This was a series of profound, personal exp