Elsewhere a murder was about to be committed.

He was in position. He pulled the transparent plastic bag, cloth and small vial out of his jacket lying on the ground and set the bag on the sofa. It was ready for the next stage, ready to be placed over her face after the effects of the chloroform had rendered her unconscious. This bitch who went by the name ‘Maria’ was certainly a volatile Italian. She had talked constantly and he wondered whether she actually listened to anyone. She rarely waited for him to finish a sentence before she started up again. This murder would be easier than the others – he truly detested her.

He’d been able to get behind her easily enough as she babbled on while searching for a cigarette lighter in her large handbag and totally unaware of what he...

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