Cold Blood (31 page)

Fox felt no remorse; the man had tried to screw him and had screwed his wife. It had been a split second, but a conscious decision, his anger and the urge for revenge had manifested itself in the single bullet. He cared neither way if Sawyer lived or died.

Fox didn’t need to check on the two X-Rays in the car – he had drilled them at point blank range, half their skulls were missing. He knew they were dead.

Fox took out his mobile and dialled 999. The operator confirmed his mobile number and asked him which service he required, then transferred him. Before he could speak he heard sirens nearing. Fox sat on the curb and waited to be arrested. He had once again demonstrated to the world that he was only good at one thing – killing.