Backlash

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It was time to kill again.

David Gill placed the newspaper down across his lap and took a deep breath to steady his excitement and anticipation. He could feel the tension building up to bursting point in his body; like an enraged beast, it tore through his veins. Uncontrollable, but wonderful. Demanding to be released.

With tingling fingers he folded the newspaper neatly, slotting the sections back inside each other as though it had only just dropped through the front door. He put the heavy broadsheet down on the coffee table, aligning it carefully with the edge of the piece of furniture.

He flexed his fingers and eased a pair of disposable gloves onto his hands, pulling them up his wrists and over his cuffs. After this he adjusted the elasticated shower cap on his head, fitting it halfway over his ears, totally covering his short cropped hair. He wriggled his toes in the disposable paper shoes he wore over his feet and shook his head, uttering a snort of a laugh and grinning sardonically as he thought, ‘Bloody forensics. . the trouble you have to go to. .’ He had a light feeling in his chest and, as he stood up, he shook himself and shrugged his shoulders inside his neat blue overalls. He was ready to perform.

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