Killing The Taxman

Chapter 4

BENIDORM, SPAIN

BENIDORM, SPAINThe Flight of Chloe McMurderess …

The Flight of Chloe McMurderess …A blog by Chloe Macbeth, AKA Chloe McMurderess.

A blog by Chloe Macbeth, AKA Chloe McMurderess.Shit, there was a f*****g big black guy sitting on the swing seat outside my caravan and my heart began to pound furiously. Whoever the f**k he was, it was not good news, of that I was certain.

Shit, there was a f*****g big black guy sitting on the swing seat outside my caravan and my heart began to pound furiously. Whoever the f**k he was, it was not good news, of that I was certain.I’d started this blog or whatever you want to call it, some time ago, when I began to receive threatening letters, letters threatening me with r**e or worse. I named the then anonymous sender ‘Psychoman’, which I thought was a great name and called the blog ‘The Haunting of Chloe McMurderess.’

I’d started this blog or whatever you want to call it, some time ago, when I began to receive threatening letters, letters threatening me with r**e or worse. I named the then anonymous sender ‘Psychoman’, which I thought was a great name and called the blog ‘The Haunting of Chloe McMurderess.’Then, following ‘a series of unfortunate events’, I had to flee to Spain and renamed the blog ‘The Flight of Chloe McMurderess.’ I had used a stolen passport, driven a stolen car, and settled in Benidorm, thinking that I was safe living under the name of Sally Harriman, whose passport it was that I had stolen. I looked a bit like her, except I was blonde and she brunette, but some hair dye soon solved that problem. I thought I was safe. But then.

Then, following ‘a series of unfortunate events’, I had to flee to Spain and renamed the blog ‘The Flight of Chloe McMurderess.’ I had used a stolen passport, driven a stolen car, and settled in Benidorm, thinking that I was safe living under the name of Sally Harriman, whose passport it was that I had stolen. I looked a bit like her, except I was blonde and she brunette, but some hair dye soon solved that problem. I thought I was safe. But then.But then there was this f*****g big black guy sitting on the swing seat outside my caravan in a Benidorm holiday park.

But then there was this f*****g big black guy sitting on the swing seat outside my caravan in a Benidorm holiday park.He stood up as I approached.

He stood up as I approached.‘Hello Sally,’ he said in a deep resonant voice. ’Or should I say, hello Chloe?’

‘Hello Sally,’ he said in a deep resonant voice. ’Or should I say, hello Chloe?’Jesus, s**t, I near on had a heart attack! I could feel the colour draining from my face, I was hyperventilating, and my heart was pounding at a thousand f*****g miles an hour. My legs turned to jelly, and I had to lean against a lamppost to hold myself up.

Jesus, s**t, I near on had a heart attack! I could feel the colour draining from my face, I was hyperventilating, and my heart was pounding at a thousand f*****g miles an hour. My legs turned to jelly, and I had to lean against a lamppost to hold myself up.‘Who, who are you?’ I managed to gasp.

‘Who, who are you?’ I managed to gasp.‘Well, I’m either your new best friend or your worst nightmare … it’s up to you, Chloe Macbeth.’

‘Well, I’m either your new best friend or your worst nightmare … it’s up to you, Chloe Macbeth.’Well s**t, I ran out of best friends a long time ago, so my bet was that he was going to be my worst nightmare. Whoever the f**k he was.

Well s**t, I ran out of best friends a long time ago, so my bet was that he was going to be my worst nightmare. Whoever the f**k he was.How in God’s Good Name did he track me down? I didn’t think he was police;, otherwise, he would simply have said, ‘Chloe Macbeth, you are under arrest for murder,’ slapped on the handcuffs, and led me away to spend the rest of my life in jail for three killings. Mind you, one of the killings was accidental, as I had acted in self-defence with no intention of killing. Thinking about it, two of the killings were in self-defence. So truly, I have only deliberately killed the once, but who is going to believe that?

How in God’s Good Name did he track me down? I didn’t think he was police;, otherwise, he would simply have said, ‘Chloe Macbeth, you are under arrest for murder,’ slapped on the handcuffs, and led me away to spend the rest of my life in jail for three killings. Mind you, one of the killings was accidental, as I had acted in self-defence with no intention of killing. Thinking about it, two of the killings were in self-defence. So truly, I have only deliberately killed the once, but who is going to believe that?Let’s face it, I fled the country using a passport stolen from Sally Harriman’s car and made my way to Benidorm in a stolen car, bought a caravan on a resort site, and got a job using Sally’s name. Hardly the actions of an innocent, were they?

Let’s face it, I fled the country using a passport stolen from Sally Harriman’s car and made my way to Benidorm in a stolen car, bought a caravan on a resort site, and got a job using Sally’s name. Hardly the actions of an innocent, were they?True, I had killed Psychoman DeWayne Radford-Mitchell, the sender of those threatening letters but the bastard had attacked me in my own flat and had been bent on doing me some very serious harm, including r**e and God knows what the f**k else. It was self-defence, no doubt about it, but since I had already killed Donald Jarrett (a vile bastard who r***d me and turned my life to rat-s**t) and his wife Janet, who came at me with a pair of scissors in her hand (so that was definitely self-defence) and had then framed their adopted son David, David Jarrett, for their murders, I was hardly guiltless, was I? David Jarrett later hanged himself in jail when his appeal against conviction was refused.

True, I had killed Psychoman DeWayne Radford-Mitchell, the sender of those threatening letters but the bastard had attacked me in my own flat and had been bent on doing me some very serious harm, including r**e and God knows what the f**k else. It was self-defence, no doubt about it, but since I had already killed Donald Jarrett (a vile bastard who r***d me and turned my life to rat-s**t) and his wife Janet, who came at me with a pair of scissors in her hand (so that was definitely self-defence) and had then framed their adopted son David, David Jarrett, for their murders, I was hardly guiltless, was I? David Jarrett later hanged himself in jail when his appeal against conviction was refused.So, I suppose you could say I had killed him as well. Mind you, the bastard had deserved it. He had for years sexually abused both me and my best friend ever, his sister Julia, before finally r****g her. Afterwards, her life had turned to rat-s**t. r**e does that to a girl, you know. Breaks you inside and nothing is ever the same again. After the r**e, her life in tatters, Julia had taken to drugs, eventually dying from an overdose, her death undeniably resulting from the r**e—so, as I said, David Jarrett deserved it when he hanged himself.

So, I suppose you could say I had killed him as well. Mind you, the bastard had deserved it. He had for years sexually abused both me and my best friend ever, his sister Julia, before finally r****g her. Afterwards, her life had turned to rat-s**t. r**e does that to a girl, you know. Breaks you inside and nothing is ever the same again. After the r**e, her life in tatters, Julia had taken to drugs, eventually dying from an overdose, her death undeniably resulting from the r**e—so, as I said, David Jarrett deserved it when he hanged himself.‘Callous b***h, aren’t you?’ asked Jeremy.

‘Callous b***h, aren’t you?’ asked Jeremy.Jeremy was my teddy bear, the only thing from my hateful childhood that I had left. I talked to him a lot. He was my confidante, counsellor, sounding board and friend whom I sometimes call the ‘dumb bear’ … which he didn’t like. ‘Do you, dumb bear?’

Jeremy was my teddy bear, the only thing from my hateful childhood that I had left. I talked to him a lot. He was my confidante, counsellor, sounding board and friend whom I sometimes call the ‘dumb bear’ … which he didn’t like. ‘Do you, dumb bear?’‘No!’

‘No!’So, there were four deaths to be laid at my door. Which was why I called myself Chloe McMurderess when I started this blog.

So, there were four deaths to be laid at my door. Which was why I called myself Chloe McMurderess when I started this blog.So, when this big black guy, the size of a small tank, turned up outside my caravan, no wonder I flipped out. Who wouldn’t?

So, when this big black guy, the size of a small tank, turned up outside my caravan, no wonder I flipped out. Who wouldn’t?Because you see, Psychoman DeWayne Radford-Mitchell had been a drug dealer, a big-time dealer. I say big-time because I had poured tons of his s**t, be it h****n, cocaine, whatever the f**k it was, down the drains of a back street in West Garside,

Because you see, Psychoman DeWayne Radford-Mitchell had been a drug dealer, a big-time dealer. I say big-time because I had poured tons of his s**t, be it h****n, cocaine, whatever the f**k it was, down the drains of a back street in West Garside,For certain, it wasn’t baby powder he’d hidden in quantity in the boot of his Audi A4 Avant. That was the car that I used to flee to Spain and which was now parked outside my caravan under a cover sheet. Thinking about it now, I should have got rid of that car as soon as I got to Benidorm, took it up into the hills and burnt it or dropped down a deep ravine. Still 20/20 hindsight and all that, eh?

For certain, it wasn’t baby powder he’d hidden in quantity in the boot of his Audi A4 Avant. That was the car that I used to flee to Spain and which was now parked outside my caravan under a cover sheet. Thinking about it now, I should have got rid of that car as soon as I got to Benidorm, took it up into the hills and burnt it or dropped down a deep ravine. Still 20/20 hindsight and all that, eh?So, was this guy from the same drugs gang, out to take revenge for both DeWayne’s death and the tons of missing s**t? I mean, they weren’t to know it was all down a drain in West Garside, were they? I’d bet those sewer rats are still high, even after all these months, there was just so much of the f*****g stuff.

So, was this guy from the same drugs gang, out to take revenge for both DeWayne’s death and the tons of missing s**t? I mean, they weren’t to know it was all down a drain in West Garside, were they? I’d bet those sewer rats are still high, even after all these months, there was just so much of the f*****g stuff.Consequently, there I was on my bike, having taken a couple of days off from my job as a barmaid at Molly Malone’s, an Irish bar on Calle Gerona, and I thought about pedalling off as quickly as I could, but my legs were so jellied, I doubt I could have got very far.

Consequently, there I was on my bike, having taken a couple of days off from my job as a barmaid at Molly Malone’s, an Irish bar on Calle Gerona, and I thought about pedalling off as quickly as I could, but my legs were so jellied, I doubt I could have got very far.Anyway, as if reading my mind, he moved very quickly for a big guy and grabbed the handlebars with a hand the size of a dinner plate.

Anyway, as if reading my mind, he moved very quickly for a big guy and grabbed the handlebars with a hand the size of a dinner plate.‘I don’t think that would be a very good idea, do you?’ he said, strangely without menace in his voice, but very scary just the same.

‘I don’t think that would be a very good idea, do you?’ he said, strangely without menace in his voice, but very scary just the same.‘Who, who are you?’ I managed to ask again.

‘Who, who are you?’ I managed to ask again.‘I hope for your sake that I’m going to be your new best friend because the alternative, your worst nightmare, is not recommended. No, I promise you that your worst nightmare is not recommended at all. So, what’s it going to be?’

‘I hope for your sake that I’m going to be your new best friend because the alternative, your worst nightmare, is not recommended. No, I promise you that your worst nightmare is not recommended at all. So, what’s it going to be?’‘I guess I don’t have much of a choice, do I, new best friend?’

‘I guess I don’t have much of a choice, do I, new best friend?’‘No, Chloe, you don’t.’

‘No, Chloe, you don’t.’