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This was where he’d first seen Theresa van Wyk. She’d been drunk. The only time he’d seen her sober was the night she died. It was here in this small shopping centre’s parking area that he decided it was time for her to die. Now it was time for him to find another one to take that b***h’s place in hell.
He watched people come and go. Some went into the small pizza shop or walked past him through the walkway to the Spar at the back. A young woman and a little girl walked out of the flower shop with a large bunch of mixed flowers. A wild array of colours, reds, yellows and blues blended together. That harpy never had flowers in her place. A weathered-looking man sold second-hand books outside the DVD shop. His brown knitted jersey should have found its way into the trash a few years ago.
