The Forget-Me-Not Killer

‘You used to live in Halford Manor, didn’t you?’

How in the hell did he know about Halford Manor? He needed to get rid of the odious man. ‘Mr Bowen, I think you need to do a little more preparation. I think perhaps–’

‘I’m very prepared, thank you, Mr Cole. I’ve been preparing for this for years.’

‘I beg your pardon?’

‘You were living in Halford Manor in 2003, were you not?’

OK, something was happening here. Bunty made to reach him but Bowen still had her by the collar. ‘Mr Bowen, I think you need to go now.’

‘Not yet. I’ve got a few questions still.’

‘And I’m not prepared to answer them. Please go before I call the police.’

‘I wouldn’t do that.’ He yanked Bunty so close to him, the dog yelped.

‘Mind the bloody dog.’

A flash of silver. The man was holding a knife to the dog’s throat.

Eugene put his hand out, trying to calm the man. ‘OK, Mr Bowen, I don’t know who you are, but let’s… let’s stay calm here. Please let the dog go.’

‘I want you to write their names and their addresses.’

‘Their names? Whose names?’

‘You know full well.’

‘I’m not sure–’

‘I give you thirty seconds, Mr Cole, or I’ll slice your dog’s throat for you.’