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phoned the day before. Nigel was the manager of the quaint Victorian cottage that had been converted into a superb little estate agents. John wanted to put Dolphin Cottage up for a quick sale on a first come, first served basis, and then grab the cash and disappear.
     
    The estate agent was a young fresh-faced lad, and John had taken a dislike to him as soon as he heard the tone and manner of his voice on the phone. He now disliked him even more so in the flesh. There was nothing really wrong with him, except that he was too eager to please, and insincerity had always got right up John’s nose. That type of behaviour always lends itself to a certain amount of irksomeness to exude from a person. It wasn’t really his fault, it was just that nowadays John simply disliked and distrusted virtually everyone he met.
     
    “Ah, good morning, Mr Kane isn’t it?” Nigel said with his best spray-on smile. He thrust out a soft clammy hand toward John, which he unenthusiastically shook.
     
    “Yeah, morning,” John said half-heartedly, as he pulled out a chair and sat at the small table.
     
    “Now, Dolphin Cottage, you said on the phone, wasn’t it? Yes, I know the property well and I’m sure it won’t take long to sell such a delightful little place. May I ask as to why you’re putting it on the market, Mr Kane?”
     
    “You can ask,” John said, and just stared the poor guy down.
     
    “Oh OK, we’ll put the property up on our website as soon as possible, but I’ll need to take a few photos. Would tomorrow be OK for you?” he said, in a slightly nervous tone.
     
    John produced a USB stick and placed it onto the table.
     
    “All on there,” he said, as he nudged the small silver device toward him with his index finger.
     
    “Oh, right, I’ll take a look and see if they are suitable for the web site,” Nigel said, slotting the stick into the side of his laptop. He had a quick scan through. “Yes, these will do just fine, did you take them? They’re very good, you have a good eye. I’ll cut and paste them in right away and I’ll be in touch very soon. By the way, you’ll be pleased to know that I already have a young couple in mind,” he added in a furtive quiet manner, like it was some massive secret.
     
    As he looked up from the screen, John was at the door.
     
    “Good, contact me on my mobile and don’t forget, cash only,” John said, as he closed the door.
     
    John wanted to simply get away from the place as quickly as possible. There was clearly no further need of it; the cottage was only bought for Lynda and she was gone. John went back to the cottage and picked up the urn containing her ashes, and walked the route that he and Lynda used to frequently stroll along.
     
    This particular path offered the most fabulous coastal views, and as he reached the edge of the cliff top, a shaft of brilliant sunlight suddenly pierced the thick overcast sky and momentarily coated the edges of the gloomy rain clouds with slivers of glowing gold. He turned the small urn upside down and shook out the precious contents, and a gust of high wind suddenly whisked the dust heavenward.
     
    Until now he’d put up a good fight, but the pent-up emotion unexpectedly gushed out of him. As he watched the last traces of the fine dust particles disappear from the urn, he fell to his knees as if in prayer and began to weep.
     
    It was all just simply too much for any man to bear. When the tears subsided he sat cross-legged on the damp grass and gazed forlornly out to sea, and began to think about why and how this turbulent journey had occurred. Suddenly the slide show of appalling murders he’d committed at Costa’s night club kicked in, one after the other and in glorious colour. He thought he’d locked all of that stuff away, but here it all was back again, and the sick twisted video began to play its horror show as vividly as ever, complete with blood and guts and agonised expressions and the sounds of