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He was in a quandary. He’d majorly f****d up with Terry Kendall and he knew it. If that bloody woman hadn’t come nosing round he could’ve tied up all the loose ends just how he wanted, but he’d been made to change his plans at the last minute. He didn’t like that one bit.
He should’ve been onto the next target by now, but something was stopping him. He worried it might be fear, but told himself it was just caution. Being fearful right now just wouldn’t do. No, it was caution. He’d come close to being spotted — might even have been spotted — and he couldn’t risk it again so soon.
The plan had to be adhered to, though. After all, no-one else was going to give these bastards what they deserved. These prats masquerading as police officers and detectives certainly weren’t going to dish ou
