One
A knife. Yes, it had to be a knife. Quiet, deadly; more reliable than a bullet. And he knew how to use one.
Mr 10CC had it all worked out. Set down in black and white. Now all he had to do was memorise it. And then execute it, of course.
Schedule
I buy a knife. I doctor it, as decided. I dress casually and pack my holdall, as decided. I park in the town centre. I walk to the house, arriving at about 11.30 a.m. on Thursday, when every single person in the Close should be at work. If I see one person in or near the Close, I abort.
I go round the back and use the Pick-lok to open the door. I leave it unlatched. I hide in the shed with the holdall. I put the gloves on. I put the belt on and sheathe the knife behind my back. I stick two strips of duct tape either side of it. I prepare the gun.
They arrive at 12.15 p.m. approx, letting themselves in the front door. They pull the blinds in the kitchen and undress. They switch the washing machine on to spin cycle. She perches on the edge. He perches on her. They are finished by 12.30p.m..
I enter as their legs go to jelly. I quietly drop the holdall. I point the gun with my right hand. I hold my left index finger to my mouth in a ‘be quiet’ (or I’ll kill you!) gesture. I make them tape each other’s mouth. I order her into the broom cupboard. I make him lie down and close his eyes. The second his eyes are closed, before he even has time to think about it, I retrieve the knife and slice him. It is so quick, the only noise will be a gurgle.
I go to the broom cupboard. I order her to close her eyes, take her arm and lead her back into the room. I help her to lie down. I slice her.
I clean up as much as necessary. I change my clothes. I check the road. If all is clear, I leave, latching the door.
I return to my car. I drive to the old pit to lose the gun. I take the holdall to the incinerator man.
I read this three times. I destroy it.
Mr 10CC smiled as he thought. Ah, the power of prep!