Prologue
The streets were covered with black ice and frost. The tall, bald man in front of 15 Appleton Street was shivering; his breath visible as white steam. He rummaged inside his pocket and pulled out a small silver key. He unlocked the white, plastic door and stepped inside. He quietly closed it and slowly walked into the living room and towards the window. He pulled the cream curtains back to let in some of the light from the street lamps outside. The bag on his back slid down his arm onto the sofa in front of him, he bent down, unzipped it and took out a piano wire. The flowing movement of his arms suddenly stopped as he heard a creaky floorboard upstairs. Silence . . .
He continued by tying the piano wire into a noose and attaching it to the iron curtain rail above the huge window. A quiet snigger escaped his mouth then he picked up the empty wine glass from the side table and threw it at the wall. The shatter filled the air and echoed through the house, the small glass fragments fell to the floor like rain in a storm. He looked at his Nixon watch and counted the seconds.
“One . . . two . . . three . . . four . . . five . . ..”
He picked up the empty wine bottle that was sat next to where the glass was and threw that at the same spot on the wall. The noise was louder this time and made his ears ring.
“One . . . two . . . right on cue.”
The noise of heavy footsteps was audible above his head. A beautiful blonde haired woman crept down the stairs with a large metal ornament of an elephant in her hand. She was looking around quickly. The man ran out of the room and before she had time to react, pushed her to the ground. She started to scream but a strong hand, stifling the shriek, covered her mouth. The elephant was raised above her golden locks and pummelled into her face; her muscles went limp as she lost consciousness.
He wiped the woman’s blood from his hands and dragged her into the living and with a struggle, and placed her head through the noose. He tightened it and pushed the sofa out of the way so she was hanging by her neck, nothing below her feet. The piano wire tightened around the woman’s neck and cut into her throat, the deep red blood pouring out of her neck like water from a tap. He rushed out of the house and into the night.
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