Back The Flood
Chapters (101)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. THREE LOST MEN
  4. The First Man:
  5. The Second Man:
  6. The Third Man:
  7. SATURDAY
  8. Chapter 1
  9. Chapter 2
  10. MONDAY
  11. Chapter 1
  12. Chapter 2
  13. Chapter 3
  14. Chapter 4
  15. Chapter 5
  16. Chapter 6
  17. Chapter 7
  18. Chapter 8
  19. Chapter 9
  20. Chapter 10
  21. Chapter 11
  22. TUESDAY
  23. Chapter 1
  24. Chapter 2
  25. Chapter 3
  26. Chapter 4
  27. Chapter 5
  28. Chapter 6
  29. Chapter 7
  30. Chapter 8
  31. Chapter 9
  32. Chapter 10
  33. Chapter 11
  34. Chapter 12
  35. Chapter 13
  36. Chapter 14
  37. Chapter 15
  38. Chapter 16
  39. WEDNESDAY
  40. Chapter 1
  41. Chapter 2
  42. Chapter 3
  43. Chapter 4
  44. Chapter 5
  45. Chapter 6
  46. Chapter 7
  47. Chapter 8
  48. Chapter 9
  49. Chapter 10
  50. Chapter 11
  51. Chapter 12
  52. Chapter 13
  53. Chapter 14
  54. Chapter 15
  55. Chapter 16
  56. THURSDAY
  57. Chapter 1
  58. Chapter 2
  59. Chapter 3
  60. Chapter 4
  61. Chapter 5
  62. Chapter 6
  63. Chapter 7
  64. Chapter 8
  65. Chapter 9
  66. Chapter 10
  67. Chapter 11
  68. Chapter 12
  69. Chapter 13
  70. Chapter 14
  71. Chapter 15
  72. Chapter 16
  73. Chapter 17
  74. Chapter 18
  75. Chapter 19
  76. Chapter 20
  77. Chapter 21
  78. FRIDAY
  79. Chapter 1
  80. Chapter 2
  81. Chapter 3
  82. Chapter 4
  83. Chapter 5
  84. Chapter 6
  85. Chapter 7
  86. Chapter 8
  87. Chapter 9
  88. Chapter 10
  89. Chapter 11
  90. Chapter 12
  91. Chapter 13
  92. Chapter 14
  93. Chapter 15
  94. Chapter 16
  95. Chapter 17
  96. AUTUMN 2016
  97. Chapter 1
  98. Chapter 2
  99. Afterword and Acknowledgements
  100. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  101. Copyright

And then that bastard came along, smashing into Ylva’s car then driving away. He had also extinguished a life (Peder refused to think about Ylva inside the burning vehicle), but for no good reason and without the slightest inclination to take responsibility for what he’d done. A cowardly little shit who couldn’t face the consequences of his actions. And Peder sank. He hadn’t been on solid ground since he left the Solomon Community, and after Ylva’s death things got steadily worse. His behaviour rang alarm bells with his employers, who begged him to seek help. Eventually they had to let him go. Which was fine. Peder hadn’t enjoyed working there anyway. Might as well start over somewhere else, but first he had to pull himself together.

He didn’t realise until much later, but ironically it was Ylva’s death that released him, in a way. That was when he understood what separated him from others who killed, and he was satisfied with that difference. Peder had killed to make the world a better place. Somewhere deep down he knew why the law must be written as it was, why the state didn’t kill its own citizens. However, the law was one thing, the duty of the individual another. Something that Bernhard Benke had grasped, for example, but not his worthless father.

But now he knows. Now I’ve helped him to put right everything he did wrong.

A long series of decisions had simply made themselves. This was about duty, nothing more, nothing less. Ylva’s murderer was never going to be allowed to get away with it, no fucking chance. Peder made sure he got in first, took him before the court got the chance to fuck everything up with a pathetic eighteen-month sentence. As far as Peder was concerned, it was essential that the punishment, the revenge, was proportional. And it was. Afterwards he acknowledged that he had now become a double murderer. He had felt a little uncomfortable, but there had also been a sense of pride, particularly when he got away with it so easily. That was when the next thought was born: what else could Peder do to achieve justice for those who had been wronged?