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The moment the phone rang, Kurt snatched it up. “What?” he demanded as he pulled back the corner of the curtain, so he could look out. He could see no sign of the car he had requested, or any sign that the police were pulling back, and he assumed the call was a delaying tactic.
“Kurt, this is Inspector Stone.” It required every ounce of self-control he possessed to keep his voice calm and composed; just the one word from the killer was enough to provoke a vivid flashback to the last day of the trial, ten or so years ago, when Kurt Walker had been pronounced guilty and had gone crazy, swearing vengeance on all those who were responsible for him being there. ‘An eye for an eye’, that was what he had promised, just as it said in the Old Testament; as he suffered, so would they.
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