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get rid of them as soon as possible, I promise.”
    She smiled across at him, but the vague sense of unease remained.
     
    Linda paced the front room of the tiny, basement flat that she shared with Boko on the outskirts of town. The rough end of town. Seeing Ed had shaken her to the core. She had dreamed of the moment they would meet again after so many years. How their eyes would lock over a crowd of people and the world would stand still in respect for their profound love.
    Except it hadn’t happened that way. He had that bitch with him. That skanky whore. How old was she anyway? Was she even fucking legal?
    Linda seethed and twisted herself up into knots just thinking about him with her .
    And then she thought just of him . He had hardly changed at all, and certainly not for the worse. Still the same floppy brown hair and those big, soulful brown eyes. His boyish good looks had morphed into something manly and handsome.
    God. Those eyes… They still made her stomach turn wild somersaults.
    She closed her eyes, his face branded in her mind, like it always had been. She glanced at the clock. Boko wouldn’t be home from the job centre for a little while yet, she had time.
    Her hand snaked between her sturdy thighs, feeling the heat radiating out from the crotch of her jeans.
    Without bothering with the bedroom she eased her jeans down over her chunky hips and lay back on the tatty sofa.
    Her fingers delved into her knickers and were instantly wetted with her own arousal.
    “Ed, oh Ed,” she sighed, massaging the aching nub of her clit.
    The orgasm quickly built and the nearer she came to release, the more her lurid fantasies starring Ed morphed into something else. The images in her head jumbled together; Ed between her thighs, his mouth and chin wet with her arousal, smiling up at her. Jaz’s head, a sizeable gap between it and the neck that had once carried it, lying on the pillow next to hers in a pool of blood.
    Ed fucking her from behind as she crouched on all fours over Jaz’s decapitated, naked corpse. In her mind’s eye she smiled down at Jaz’s neck stump as she came.
     
     
     

CHAPTER TWO.
     
     
     
     
     
    Jason Jacks stood in his little office overlooking Hyde Park, smoking a cigarette. His rucksack was packed and rested at his feet, ready for the train journey to Cornwall.
    It wasn’t however, the view from the window that had captured his attention, but the thousands of photographs that lined every available inch of the four walls. Not a crack of wall showed between them from floor to ceiling.
    With trembling fingers, he removed an A4 sized, glossy, black and white photograph.
    “So beautiful,” he murmured, tracing a fingertip over the contours of a close up of Jazmine Sullivan’s smiling face.
    The photograph he held was a wedding photo, as was ninety percent of the photographs that adorned the walls. Jason Jacks, he of J.J. Photography, was a damn fine wedding photographer, even if he did say so himself.
    The other ten percent were snapshots of the couple taken from a distance. Edward and Jazmine emerging from the church where Edward’s mother’s funeral had been held. Edward and Jazmine, walking hand in hand down the busy streets of London.
    Blurry images of Edward and Jazmine making love, taken from the bushes outside their London flat. Jason always found it amazing how many people kept their bedroom curtains open a crack.
    He pondered on the smiling face of Edward Sullivan.
    “How much do you love her, Edward? Will you lay down your life for her?”
    Everything was set, Jason was confident he had covered all angles. He was tired of anonymity, tired of keeping his work a secret. No more bringing back the couples to his torture chamber and adding to Britain’s already extensive missing persons list. For the first time he was going to treat himself; he was going to have a married couple whose wedding day he had photographed. It could be the one and only time, he knew this.
    On some