The Cleansing

The start of a crime novel. a seriously disturbed killer wreaks havoc in a seaside town

PROLOGUE
Day 1…October thirteenth

The man eased himself through the door and exited to the street beyond. He silently thanked the local council for turning off the street lights early in the evening to save money. He pulled up the hood of his fleece lined jacket against the cold east wind blowing in from the North Sea.
He was well satisfied with his night’s work.
He had rid the world of two useless idiots, two of societies leeches by the simple expedient of feeding them more and more heroin until the overdose level was reached and then exceeded.
Sitting and watching them die was one of the most exciting things he had ever done.
The manuscript was right, taking someone’s life was highly intoxicating; once tasted the urge for more was overwhelming and he had every intention of indulging himself just as the manuscript suggested.
Johnny Castlefield, another drug idiot apparently lived at number 45 and would be delighted to get his hands on some cheap top class heroin according to Dermott, in his drug haze, shortly before he went to meet his maker.
Well then; Mr. Castlefield will be supplied with cheap heroin, sometime over the next day or two, but he will get much much more than Dermott or Ricky. Oh yes!
A smile played across the man’s gaunt features as he strode away from death.