The buck-toothed girl – there, at the table just beside him, playing cards with her parents and her little brother – was so ugly, that no-one would mourn her passing. Her teeth made her look ugly. Her acne made her look ugly. Her supermarket clothes made her look ugly. The way she spoke made her sound ugly. No-one, he reassured himself, would mourn her passing. No, what he wanted – and what he wanted more than anything in the world, at that very moment in time - was to take the life of someone whose death would bring a family to its knees. What he wanted, as the swell of the English Channel gently rocked the ferry from side to side, was to bring heartache and misery to a family. So what he had to do, he knew, was to kill a pretty child, to deprive a family of its little angel.
Little angel is how parents of murdered children refer to their butchered and raped offspring, when men like Peter Ward live out their wildest fantasies. He knew this was true, because he had read so many newspaper articles over the years on the subject. The headlines would read: OUR LITTLE ANGEL IS NOW IN HEAVEN or SHE IS NOW WITH THE ANGELS. And then, without fail, a photo of the smiling angel would be beneath those tear-jerking words, for all the world to see. And when all the world saw that little girl, and understood that she was now with the angels, the reaction of horror, grief and sadness would be the same the world over.