Ward drifted along Dover seafront knowing that his days of freedom were numbered. His freedom would not have been jeopardised had he resisted the urge to rape and kill the woman in his hotel room. But she had it coming to her, because of her arrogance and lack of respect for others. He never did have much time for selfish people, and now he was pleased that there was one less self-centred person roaming the streets. He had deprived a man of his wife and two children of their mother. Ward laughed when he thought about the consequences of his action, and was happy in the knowledge that he had destroyed so many lives.
|Extract taken from After Dover - an ebook about a cold-blooded killer. Out now on Amazon for Kindle.|