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animal deserves what you planned. He’s scum. You should have seen him run. In life you got to sort out the bullies, Godfree. Few people fight for you in this life. Most times a man’s bullied while society looks the other way. That beast Moto is nothing but a bully.” He squeezed Godfree’s arm. “My only regret is that you didn’t finish the job. I would have helped. Why did you let him escape?”
    “I couldn’t kill him.”
    “You had him in your house. I don’t understand you.” James shook his head. “That murderer should be killed. Pay for his crimes.”
    “Easy, mate. You brought Nandos chicken. Thanks. I was hungry.”
    “I know you love Nandos.”
    James usually dropped by, brought food and enjoy a game of chess. He had yet to beat Godfree though.
    “Jamie, you came at the right time. You’re a great guy.”
    James beamed. “Easy, man. We’re mates. It’s not that hard kill him. I’ll help. You can call him; say he should pay cash for what he did. Name a figure. Arrange to meet him somewhere. After handing you the money you stab him in the chest. Easy. Aim for the heart. Put the scum in a bag and dump the body in a lake.”  
    “Stop this talk of murder, Jamie. Let’s just enjoy our food.”
    “That piece of dirt must pay for his crimes.”
    “Jamie, if you don’t shut up I’ll drag you to the stove.”
    “You just let a murderer walk free. Have another drumstick.”
    “Thanks.”
    “I’m going to tell you a boy’s story.”
    He spoke of the woman who ran off with a boyfriend, leaving a husband and a seven-year old son. The father worked long hours and dreamt of his son. His dreams involved getting him to university. The mother liked to party and brought men home whenever the dad was away. She constantly hit that boy. He watched his mother cheating on the marital bed. He hated his father for not protecting him from the prostitute. When she left the devastated father became a drunk. Prison was his next stop for drugs. And then he got killed over a fight in prison. Social services took the boy. In one of those foster homes he was sexually abused for years, and threatened with death, if he ever talked about it. Years later that boy succeeded, was talented with his hands, could fix electrical things.
    But there was still a score to pay.
    He never forgot. The abuser was older, liked drinking and sleeping around. One night the boy waited for him along the path, stepped from the bushes, punched him hard and dragged him into the bushes. Before he slit his throat he told him who he was. The man begged for forgiveness. The boy killed him. One slash across the throat did it. Police never caught that boy. He had just made his first kill.
    “You mean he killed again?” Godfree asked with a frown.
    “Sure.” James shrugged his shoulders. “He had to find his mother. She should pay too.”
    Godfree felt sick. “He killed his own mother?”
    “No, he never found her alive. A client killed her. So the boy found someone else to kill. He selected girls that resembled her. When the dead girl arrived in hell she would tell the mother her son hated her.”
    “That’s sick. Those girls hadn’t abused him.”
    “Someone had to die. That prostitute with her green eyes and long white hair caused it, was unfit to be a mother. Society let her get away with it. Neighbours were unconcerned and didn’t help the boy. None lifted a hand, left social services take him and dump him in a foster home. Life to him was just one horror to the next. Do you see why you can’t let that butcher get away? It’s your turn now. He needs to feel what it is to be tied to a table and tortured. Then he’ll know what pain is.”
    Godfree’s voice was firm. “Jamie, you didn’t kill a man and aren’t murdering girls now, are you?”
    “Me?” He looked pained. “You think the boy’s me?”
    “Is this story really fiction?”
    “We work together, have coffee at work. I bring take-aways here and we play chess. I