like?” Harold asked, as he tugged at the victim’s other ear, sizing it up ready for the chop.
“Quite tall with dark hair, he’s well built. He had a dark jacket and jeans and he’s carrying a black briefcase. Now please let me go, I’ll say nothing you don’t have to worry. Please.”
“I saw that man. Where was he heading?” asked Harold as he neatly removed one of Nigel’s eyebrows. He wasn’t doing this for any interrogation purposes. He knew now that his victim knew nothing of Terry or Lynda Jackson and he was now torturing the man for his own twisted amusement.
“I… I don’t-know, London, I think,” Nigel murmured. He glanced up, and one look at that monstrous sneering face from hell and he knew that he was not going to make it out of there alive.
“Well, I must say, you have been a most helpful young man and even though it was a bit of a shaky start. You answered all the questions most eloquently,” Harold said, and then put a silent round straight through Nigel’s eyeball. He gathered up his torture implements, had a quick tidy up and turned out the light. He quickly slipped out the back way and set off in pursuit of the man with the briefcase.
This is all coming together quite nicely , Harold thought, as he stared out of the window of the snug compartment of the high speed train as it hurtled through the cold dark night toward London, and that last small piece of information may hold some significance . Now I know that Terry Jackson borrowed a large sum of money from Mr Costa’s brother which he obviously had absolutely no intention of repaying. He probably absconded from the country, leaving his poor dear mother as the guarantor and so Lynda Jackson is left to honour the debt she knows nothing about. She receives the inevitable visit, no doubt, from one of the firm. John Kane now enters the scene, her fancy man, as that annoying Mrs Mac called him, and decides to take it upon himself to assassinate Mr Costa and co, and then run off to the seaside to live happily ever after. Seems plausible enough, simplistic but most definitely plausible.
However, there were half a dozen murders that night, and that does seem like a tall order for just one man, and an amateur to boot, I would suspect. That amount of carnage would be considered excessive even by my standards, and that also doesn’t explain the theft of the money. This part doesn’t quite tally. There is something missing or, more to the point, someone. Perhaps he had an accomplice after all, and they had planned to rob Tony Costa of his ill-gotten gains after the slaughter? No, I think not, Kane was unquestionably there to protect a loved one and I think that Mr John Kane may be simply a righteous crusader. How wonderfully idealistic and what a glorious encounter it must have been, the ultimate struggle of good versus evil.
He may have had a co-conspirator, of course, or perhaps there was an opportunist thief present that night – a light-fingered member of the constabulary perhaps, long after John Kane had disappeared? Yes, now that sounds much more likely; two persons in the same place but at different times with different motives for being there? I think I‘ll need to have a quick word with my informant on that one .
Harold closed his eyes and reflected on his musings, while the rhythmic slightly hypnotic clickety -clack, clickety -clack of the train against the track caused him to fall into a light and well-earned sleep.
Chapter 7
Nick and Anna decided to have a long lie in. She woke first, turned over on her side and watched him as he slept, and studied every line and scar on his face. At around eleven, Nick opened his eyes.
“Bloody hell, what’s the time?” Nick said with a start.
“It’s all right, we deserve a lie in, Nick.”
“What did you think of last night then, love?” Nick said, as he puffed up his huge pillows.
“Best night ever, I really mean
“Quite tall with dark hair, he’s well built. He had a dark jacket and jeans and he’s carrying a black briefcase. Now please let me go, I’ll say nothing you don’t have to worry. Please.”
“I saw that man. Where was he heading?” asked Harold as he neatly removed one of Nigel’s eyebrows. He wasn’t doing this for any interrogation purposes. He knew now that his victim knew nothing of Terry or Lynda Jackson and he was now torturing the man for his own twisted amusement.
“I… I don’t-know, London, I think,” Nigel murmured. He glanced up, and one look at that monstrous sneering face from hell and he knew that he was not going to make it out of there alive.
“Well, I must say, you have been a most helpful young man and even though it was a bit of a shaky start. You answered all the questions most eloquently,” Harold said, and then put a silent round straight through Nigel’s eyeball. He gathered up his torture implements, had a quick tidy up and turned out the light. He quickly slipped out the back way and set off in pursuit of the man with the briefcase.
This is all coming together quite nicely , Harold thought, as he stared out of the window of the snug compartment of the high speed train as it hurtled through the cold dark night toward London, and that last small piece of information may hold some significance . Now I know that Terry Jackson borrowed a large sum of money from Mr Costa’s brother which he obviously had absolutely no intention of repaying. He probably absconded from the country, leaving his poor dear mother as the guarantor and so Lynda Jackson is left to honour the debt she knows nothing about. She receives the inevitable visit, no doubt, from one of the firm. John Kane now enters the scene, her fancy man, as that annoying Mrs Mac called him, and decides to take it upon himself to assassinate Mr Costa and co, and then run off to the seaside to live happily ever after. Seems plausible enough, simplistic but most definitely plausible.
However, there were half a dozen murders that night, and that does seem like a tall order for just one man, and an amateur to boot, I would suspect. That amount of carnage would be considered excessive even by my standards, and that also doesn’t explain the theft of the money. This part doesn’t quite tally. There is something missing or, more to the point, someone. Perhaps he had an accomplice after all, and they had planned to rob Tony Costa of his ill-gotten gains after the slaughter? No, I think not, Kane was unquestionably there to protect a loved one and I think that Mr John Kane may be simply a righteous crusader. How wonderfully idealistic and what a glorious encounter it must have been, the ultimate struggle of good versus evil.
He may have had a co-conspirator, of course, or perhaps there was an opportunist thief present that night – a light-fingered member of the constabulary perhaps, long after John Kane had disappeared? Yes, now that sounds much more likely; two persons in the same place but at different times with different motives for being there? I think I‘ll need to have a quick word with my informant on that one .
Harold closed his eyes and reflected on his musings, while the rhythmic slightly hypnotic clickety -clack, clickety -clack of the train against the track caused him to fall into a light and well-earned sleep.
Chapter 7
Nick and Anna decided to have a long lie in. She woke first, turned over on her side and watched him as he slept, and studied every line and scar on his face. At around eleven, Nick opened his eyes.
“Bloody hell, what’s the time?” Nick said with a start.
“It’s all right, we deserve a lie in, Nick.”
“What did you think of last night then, love?” Nick said, as he puffed up his huge pillows.
“Best night ever, I really mean
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