The Facebook Killer by M. L. Stewart Read Free Book Online Page B

never been born, the only problem
is that by that time, I will be his God.
     
    I was surprised to see that
ninety people had accepted me as their friend. Fuck, wasn’t I the
privileged one! I now had to recalculate. 105 minus the 89 who had
now washed their hands of Hamid since they
thought the law were sniffing around. That left 13 plus his family
members. Divided by £1,749,000 equaled just over £87,500 each. I
knew that we would have to go to Pakistan,
which would prove expensive so let’s say I had £80,000 to spend on
each apple. That was just bloody ridiculous. It could never be
done. But it had to be. That was the plan. The money had to be gone
when I crucified Hamid. I had to readjust. Having said that; I was
still waiting for fifteen more replies. I would give them
twenty-four hours to reply and if not, they would be deemed
guilty.
    By God this was getting complicated. I
started a spreadsheet. Copying and pasting photographs and details.
The thirteen friends who were currently sticking by Hamid were now
top of my list. Some of the comments they left me were disgusting.
Not something even a serial killer would repeat.
     
     
    I sent Albert out to the
off license around the corner from the hotel to buy a bottle of
vodka, by the time he came back the old bastard had drunk a good
mouthful or two. I’ll send Norman next time. He tends not to drink
as much. As I mentioned earlier, I never
used to drink, but that was back then. Now I find it helps quell
the rage, which seems to be surfacing more often nowadays. We still
have a long road to walk and we must do whatever it takes to remain
in control.
     

Chapter 8
    Nazim Khan
     
     
    Friends Reunited enlightened me to the fact
that Khan and Hamid had gone to school together for four years.
Their paths had obviously forked at some point as Khan went gone on
to pursue a career in dentistry. While his scumbag friend hides out
as one of the country’s luckiest murderers, Khan is studying hard
at Bart’s School of Dentistry in Tower Hamlets, and I know just the
man to wipe the smile of his face.
    When he filled in my online poll, he
basically pledged his allegiance to Hamid. His comments were
hurtful and echoed those made by the other twelve in the fact that
they all were of the opinion that Laura had deserved what she
got.
    This apple was going to be my first direct
assault on Hamid’s immediate circle of friends. This apple was
going to suffer for what he said about my dear little Laura.
     
    Nazim Khan. Age: 21. Religion: Muslim.
Status: In a relationship. Likes: Hip Hop & RnB. Dislikes:
Politics, Heavy Metal & English Food.
    Obviously doesn’t mind the British women
though, judging by his photographs. Seems quite the lady’s man by
all accounts. That was a possible weakness. But it was Old Albert’s
turn and at seventy odd he couldn’t turn that to his advantage.
    It was almost two weeks now and we had only
managed to pick three apples. One suicide, one accidental car crash
and an unfortunate case of food poisoning. No outright murder yet.
No links between the apples. That was good. But we still had at
least thirty-one to go, at this rate it would take us just over
four months, if we weren’t caught beforehand. Things had to be
speeded up. To finish our job in two months we would have to revert
to one apple every two days without getting sloppy. Kalif would
have to take my shopping list to the White Russian. We needed to
stock up on supplies to get this thing done.
     
     
    Albert’s drinking was starting to concern me
but it was something I could discuss with him at a later date. For
now he had to get on with his appointed task.
    Sitting on the bench opposite the dentistry
school, Albert looked like any one of the thousands of homeless
drunks in London. He knew he had only two days to do this. The
first day for reconnaissance, the second to pick the fruit. Khan’s
face was burned into his memory.
    The cheap bottle of vodka in the brown paper
bag had