He bent down and lifted
the body off the table in the garage. The young man was still
breathing raggedly. He preferred to kill away from his house. Less
mess. He hated mess. He had already opened the back door of the
van and lifted the folding bench seat, which he'd had specially built
into it. To the casual observer, the van looked like a classic
camper's van, kitted out with a bed, a seat, a little stove and a
sink.
He lay the man in the
hollow space under the seat. For a moment he looked down at his
prey, his forehead wrinkled. He didn't want him to die before time.
He very much liked them to be alive when he did it. Their terror was
necessary if they were to be made to repent. Well, there was
nothing to be done. If he died before time, there were always
others. He closed the bench seat, climbed into the driver's seat,
and reversed the mini-bus out of the garage. A casual inspection
would show nothing. On the side of the van the words “St Joseph's
Home” were painted. People saw what they wanted to see, what they
thought they saw.
No one had caught him
yet. No one ever would. He was too clever. Anyway, the Lord
watched over him and supported his work. He blinded the eyes of His
enemies, and He confounded their minds and hearts.
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