Chapters (74)
- Cover
- Praise
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Extract from The Mayfly
Earlier that day, in the pebble-dashed house, the owner had reflected on the previous day’s work.
Killing Simeon Ali had been easier than expected, although the owner had never killed anyone before. Simeon was the first. It was not something that the owner could even have contemplated until recently, but needs must, and Simeon had betrayed the owner. He had brought his demise upon himself. He had been given fair warning.
Luring Simeon to the house had been easy. Passing Simeon a glass of water laced with Rohypnol and watching him drink it had been easy. Suffocating Simeon with cling film while he was passed out on the owner’s sofa had been draining, leaving the owner exhausted. There was no physical reaction of significance – Simeon’s body went limp quickly. But the owner had nearly fainted from the rush of adrenaline.
Killing Alexia Elias had been even more satisfying. Again, the owner had been amazed at how easy it had been to entice the fraud to leave her London residence alone and scurry north to her former home. How ridiculously naive! There, the murder had produced a rush that surpassed that which he had experienced when killing Simeon. It appeared that killing someone while they remained conscious was a far more intense experience. It had taken all the owner’s strength to finish the job.
The owner had spent many months considering the best way to kill a person. Considering first, that the most efficient way would be to tie wire to a fixed point, loop it around the victim’s neck and pull it tight, severing the head with one hard tug. The Indonesian gangsters had perfected that technique in the massacre of communists in 1965, but the concept presented too many logistical complications for the owner, not least of which included the amount of blood and mess that would be made.
In the end, the owner had settled on asphyxia. What better way to destroy a body than to starve it of its most basic necessity, oxygen? The soul is extinguished in the same way that fire is. Although killing had only been the start of the fraud’s punishment.
Initially, Simeon’s decision not to participate in the exposure of Alexia had been a disappointment. On reflection, the alternative plan was far more fulfilling and had given the owner the opportunity to put into practice the results of months of research and, to tell the truth, the owner may have secretly wanted things to have played out this way.
They would find her soon. The lawyer had purportedly found the picture of Julian standing in front of the old house and would surely make visiting the property a priority. It was important that the lawyer made the discovery. The owner wanted him to see what happens to fraudsters and traitors, dispositions that he was only one step away from. But then, surely he already knew?