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Setting the scene, just right, was important to Maurice.

Each angle, each clue, needed to give just enough, to let the police know it was him. Nobody was aware of his brilliance. Just like Stacey, they would only find out when it was too late to do anything about it.

A gentleman, holding the door open, a favour, which she didn’t see coming. A drink, the drink, she never saw coming. Just enough poison, she was able to get into her car. Sleep, as the car slowed to a halt, just in the right secluded road.

From then on , it was simple.

Pull her from the car, bringing out his bag, and it was like he could craft her into something beautiful. A few more doses under her tongue, his gloved hands now worked his masterpiece. One stroke at a time. A painted face, glamourous nails, and hair brushed against the dirt.

Soon, he would have to go.

Let them find her, before he could catch the killer red handed. The final countdown to revenge, which had taken twenty years to perfect.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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