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split the picture before
posting it on their pages. Obviously Mr. Hussain didn’t want his
wife seeing them together.
    I went live to
Alicia’s page. Lo and behold she had included a link to Katherine
Bell’s tribute page. “My irreplaceable sister,” she called her,
“killed before her life had even started.” Tell me about it, I
thought. Fuck! If I’d known these four were linked I would have
organised a fucking dinner party.
    It was still
only two in the afternoon. Another five hours until Norman was due
to leave. I was sorely tempted to leave a message on Katherine
Bell’s tribute page but I thought better of it. I wouldn’t feel so
smug sitting in a police cell. There would be plenty of time for
gloating later.
    I checked the
news reports. Albert’s job was now officially a double murder
enquiry. It looked like the cops were grasping at straws. None of
the residents had spotted Albert on the roof. The builders hadn’t
come forward yet; they probably believed the old bastard’s story.
The police likened it to a gangland killing, which I found a little
strange unless Mr. Khan had had something to hide. Katherine Bell
was a nurse at St. James’s, which I knew already. The rest of the
reports didn’t tell me anything new either. They were still begging
for information.
    I couldn’t pin
down Alicia Bell’s place of work. I had her address and phone
number, I even found out her parents details but I needed to know
where she worked. If some smart arse cop started putting the pieces
together it’s possible, yet highly unlikely that they would see the
pattern forming. We had to try and stay away from the apples’ homes
as much as possible. They had to be lured out into the open.
    Several of her
photographs were in or around a public house. The only telltale
sign was a partial pub sign behind her in one picture and it looked
like “…LOR” but I couldn’t be sure. I Googled all of the bars in
her area. Nothing fitted in. I went through the online Good Beer
guide. Still nothing. It was either a bar she frequented a lot or
one that she worked in but where the hell was it?
    Norman was due
to leave in an hour and a half. I felt sure we could get two for
the price of one again but I had to locate her. In desperation, I
called her home number from Kalif’s untraceable mobile.
    “ Hi, this is Alicia I’m afraid I’m not in at the moment, if
you’d care to leave a message after the tone or if you know me that
well try my mobile, bye bye.”
    She wasn’t
home. I could send Norman straight around there now but what if the
police were keeping an eye on the house in case the same thing
happened to her that happened to her “irreplaceable” sister. The
risk was too great. I had to find out where she worked.
    I was getting
frustrated. I could feel the rage coming. It was getting worse
every day. When I felt it, I just wanted to go out myself and blow
all of these bastards away. These bastards and bitches that haunted
my dreams. The ones who still slagged off my poor little Laura.
Cowards. That’s what they were, nothing but fucking cowards. Full
of bravado now because their mate was off the hook. Free to get on
with their lives like it never even happened. Well let me tell you,
as God is my judge and as I sit here in my no fixed abode fucking
hotel room, whatever it takes, every single last one of those
people will know what it feels like to stare death in the eyes or
may God get this over with and strike me dead now.
     
     
    I don’t
remember anything except the hotel security guard restraining me on
the bed. I remember kicking out at him. I remember the voice of the
manager.
    “ Mr. Johnson. Are you OK? What’s gotten in to you?”
    The mist was dispersing. I was calming down. I opened my
eyes. Fuck, I’d trashed the room. The dressing table was in pieces.
It looked like I’d tried to start a fire in the corner by the
wardrobe. Jesus! What was happening? Was it me or had one of them done it?
    “ I’m