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below the horizon the room gradually darkened, and as the sombre powerful chords marched around him he slipped into a terrible disposition. The murderous feelings that were once locked away began to return.
     
    Next morning he woke early. All things considered he’d slept rather well, and was feeling in relatively good spirits as he prepared his customary black coffee and two slices of brown toast. It was the monumental scale of the undertaking that lay before him that was keeping his mind so focused. There was so much to do, measures and counter measures, plots, plans, schemes and notions of a daring and outrageous nature whirling around inside his head. Since Lynda’s demise, he hadn’t been just idly sitting around moping and feeling sorry for himself; he’d actually kept himself extremely busy. In fact, the day after being informed of Lynda’s death, he’d made arrangements to withdraw all the monies from their joint account. It was a substantial sum and it took a little under a week for the bank to agree to have the one hundred and fifty thousand pounds in cash ready for him, which he collected in person in a huge suitcase, much to the amazement and displeasure of the bank manager.
     
    The next thing on the agenda was the fact that John Kane would have to simply disappear. He picked up the pen and wrote the words ‘Phase 1’ at the top of a small pocket notebook.
     
    Thanks to Lynda’s son Terry, it wasn’t going to be that difficult for him to obtain another identity as Lynda had kept everything relating to her son in the vain hope that he may return again one day. Even though he’d left her at the mercy of those brutal gangsters, she’d still found it within her heart to forgive the boy.
     
    John hated him for what he had done, and knew full well that he had no such love for his mother. He had promised himself that one day he’d track him down and tell him the whole story before making him disappear. Lynda kept all of his documents in a small drawer in the bedside cabinet. John pulled the drawer out and emptied the entire contents onto the bed and eventually found what he was looking for.
     
    In his haste to flee the country with the large amount of money he’d borrowed from the gangster Tony Costa, Terry had left a mass of helpful info behind which would now come in very handy, and so John Kane would now simply become Terry Jackson. With the type of occupations that he would be seeking out, and with the time period involved, he was sure that his new ID would hold up to mediocre scrutiny. Who really checks this stuff out properly anyway, he was thinking, as he examined Terry’s birth certificate . I never used to , as he thought back to his days as an office manager.
     
    Altering the date on Terry’s birth certificate would be the most difficult part, but by carefully scanning the birth certificate into the computer, and by using some Photoshop software, he was able to erase a part of Terry’s date of birth and then seamlessly replace it with his own one. Fortunately he only had to change the two digits of the year of Terry’s birth. It now read 1960 and it looked absolutely perfect.
     
    When he was happy with his counterfeiting, which had taken most of the night, he printed off a number of proofs to test for colour and clarity, and when he was satisfied that it was right he used an old sheet of plain paper that he’d been saving. The paper had exactly the right feel, discoloration and size. He carefully sliced the blank page out of an old hardback book printed in the 1960s, ironically entitled Assassination ,which he’d specifically acquired two weeks ago from the second-hand book shop in town. He held the forged certificate up to the ceiling light and waved it around under the bulb to dry the ink, and he was extremely pleased with the end result. Good enough , he said to himself, as he switched out the light.
     
    First thing in the morning, John went to see the estate agent that he’d