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the
doorframe. Behind John’s back he held a baseball bat, which he
produced to the naked youth cowering in the corner. He raised the
bat and rained heavy blows on the top of his head. He went down
without a sound, lying limply as his attacker dragged him down the
stairs to the basement. He repeatedly raped the lad, who screamed
in agony after coming out of unconsciousness briefly before being
stabbed repeatedly with a screwdriver which was hanging close by.
The final wound was the worst of all, a stab through the retina of
the eye.
    The killing of
yet another respectable victim added to his list in this
strait-laced heart of middle-class Thornton, where his bloodstained
young body was dismembered and fed into the acid bath, like so many
other helpless victims,
    The police at
this time had issued a nationwide alert for a man of between 35 and
40-years-old, about 6ft tall with a round face and black hair, the
description was similar to that of John Bell and he became
concerned after seeing sketched drawings in the local
newspaper.
    The next day
John was on his way back from Liverpool when he stopped at Charnock
Richard service station for some tea. As he got out of his car, he
had parked in the lorry park, the driver of a lorry next to him
leaned out of the window and said, ‘Hey mate, you look just like
this guy in the paper,’ as the driver showed him the front
page.
    John Bell
climbed the steps of the lorry and entered the cab, asking the
driver if he could have a closer look. ‘It is you, this guy is
you,’ he nervously said. As the lorry was parked away from the
building with no one in sight, John Bell could not allow this
driver to disclose his identity and reaching over to take a closer
look at the newspaper, he gripped the driver by the throat with his
right hand and pressed his head against the back of the seat. He
slid down, his hat falling off, revealing a bald patch on the crown
of his head. He just gurgled as John pressed his throat hard, the
driver did not realise what was happening. He pushed his face back
and after making a peculiar noise, the man was silent. He quickly
left the cab and re-entered his car and rejoined the traffic on the
M6 heading back north.
    John Bell was
in a state of panic as he drove back to his home, this had been his
first killing in such a busy area and he was concerned he had been
seen.
    On arrival at
his house, he was even more concerned to see a police car blocking
his driveway, with a hive of activity around the small
building.
    He parked the
car and was approached by three detectives who wanted to know his
recent whereabouts. Keeping calm, he entered his house whilst being
bombarded with questions, looked at by the neighbours curiously at
either side.
    The police
escorted him into the house and continued the grilling into his
movements but with little evidence against him, they reluctantly
left and the street cleared of everyone except the neighbours, who
were gathered en masse at this latest outcome on their
doorsteps.
    It was time to
lay low; he closed his curtains to avoid the gathering outside his
house and went upstairs to his bedroom where he hid under the
covers of his bed.
    The next day
the police returned and neighbours watched as they systematically
dug up the front garden of John Bell’s house, but gradually
admitted their search was fruitless and they cleared the area.
    Detectives
returned to the house with a warrant for John Bell’s arrest and he
was escorted to the waiting police car, watched by horrified
neighbours.
    A pure
coincidence led to his arrest, One of Bell’s employees was a close
friend of his latest victim to visit his house, he was the young
lad who had been offered a pay rise and a Kentucky meal which he
never lived to enjoy either.
    The lad’s
friend had searched for him and went to report his disappearance to
the police, stating that he was last seen getting into Bell’s car
outside his factory.
    This resulted
in a massive search for the