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He sat quietly deep in thought. His mind whirling and whirling. His mood dark and morose.
"Why can't he keep quiet, why can't he just take the money and keep his mouth shut"

He thought back all those years, to that meeting. How he felt and how he lusted. How he took what he wanted.


He then thought how the hounding started, the demands for the card, the pleas and the pressure.

Peter had helped but he wasn't able to do so anymore. He knew that everything was now at risk.

The only answer left was to kill him. Yes, it had to be a murder. It was like shooting a sick dog

He stood at the door and heard the voice...

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the Prime Minister, the Right Honourable Edward Heath"
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