An Eye For An Eye

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“...to recap today’s lead story, residents in the quiet area of Mead Street were left in shock following a robbery that went horribly wrong. According to reports, a masked figure entered Bhaskar’s Convenience Store on Mead Street armed with a sawn-off shotgun and, after taking the money from the till, shot Mrs Amala Bhaskar and her mother-in-law, Manjula Bhaskar, killing them both in what is suspected to be a racially motivated attack.

“The police have spent the afternoon questioning the residents of the streets surrounding Mead Street in the hope of discovering a lead to the killer, and are appealing for anyone with information to come forward. They are especially interested in speaking to anyone who might have seen a dark blue Honda in the area around midday.”

Kurt Walker smiled as he listened to the news report on the radio. If the police knew no more than the newsreader, and he was sure they didn’t, then he had nothing to worry about. The partial description of his car was nothing to worry about, he had already taken steps to ensure it wouldn’t be recognised the next time he went out before he knew anyone had seen him leaving the area of Bhaskar’s.

After finishing his takeaway, and while working his way through a couple of bottles of cider, he had changed the car from dark blue to green. His paint job wasn’t perfect, but he didn’t care about perfect; once he finished what he was in town to do he would be getting rid of the car. In addition to changing the colour, he had changed the license plates, front and back, just in case someone had spotted the license number and given it to the police; fortunately, he had a plentiful supply of replacement plates, as well as paint, so he could change both as many times as he felt it necessary.

When the news report finished, Kurt reached over to turn off the radio before settling down in his sleeping bag. It was still early, and he wasn’t all that tired, but he had little to do to keep himself occupied, other than play the silly games he had downloaded onto the tablet he had bought so he could access the internet. Normally he would have gone to a pub or a snooker hall and passed a few hours there; he wanted to keep a low profile for the time being, though, and thought it best to avoid doing anything that involved other people, just in case he was somehow recognised.

He wished, briefly, for a warmer place to hide, and then turned his thoughts to his plan for tomorrow - his plan was as simple as the one he had followed that lunch time, as all his plans were, but he still felt the need to go through it in his mind to make sure he wasn’t missing anything.