The Story of a Killer as he continues his quest to rid the world of the people who he considers undesirable, having committed sins that society should never forgive. It is now some time since David Black stopped his executions. However, his beliefs never altered. A recent report caused him to reconsider, and he decided to continue his quest against convicted paedophiles! In what some may consider luxurious living, a few years in prison, often an open prison, is not a severe enough punishment in our killer's view. Planning the killings precisely so that the law will have no lead and little idea of how to stop his executions is still paramount. The case frustrates the police as ordinary people hail the killer as the People's Judge. There seems to be no end to candidates that require "The People's Justice."
Genre: FICTION / Suspense“I live on my own here, have done for many years and will miss the place, but there is no other choice for me, let me show you around, and we can talk price and see if we can get further along, my agent will not be happy, but strike whilst the iron is hot is one of my beliefs.”
Time to kill, I thought, you have it coming to you idiot, but still butterflies in my stomach, and I could not pinpoint why. We stood up, me saying that I would arrange a survey and asked him for the agent’s name as being local, he could guide me to a suitable firm of surveyors. Walking out of the front door behind him, I extracted the pistol and glanced down to take off the safety, and then as we came in line with the front of the house, I centred the gun in line with the bottom of his skull in the centre and fired twice from a distance of half an inch. He folded up like a rag doll and was dead before he hit the ground, which was obvious to me. Bending down, I picked up the two empty cartridges.
A little old lady was quite fast approaching me. The horror of horrors, I thought, the damn potting lady, why on earth had he not said she was here today?
I heard some popping sound, so I came out and said she, standing in front of me, asked me what had happened, why is he lying there on the steps. I immediately replied, “I had my back to him, lady; he must have had a heart attack or something else, perhaps, do you think? Why not investigate if he is breathing, I shall call for an ambulance.”
I already knew that she had to die too, she had seen my face, my car, and she was bright, switched on without a doubt. She was an innocent person, but everything flashed through my mind, spend the rest of my life in prison or not. Following her muttering my concern for her to hear, I took the pistol and executed the old lady without hesitation, the same way he had met his demise.
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German
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Translated by Ute Hieksch
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Author review: I highly recommend this translator for input and excellent translation. The agreed time scale was adhered to, and the suggested title of the book from the original English was also appreciated. Thank you Ute. |
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Miguel Martínez Gómez
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Author review: Excellent translations, reliable on dates to complete. Good communication when needed. I have no hesitation to recommend this translator. |
