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Finally, Paul returned and washed and undressed John, put him to bed and sorted out his tubes for the night, including fixing him up to oxygen. “Goodnight mate” Paul said “Don’t get up to no mischief,” he chuckled...his usual nightly farewell.

John was alone. Sally was in the sitting room watching TV, whilst he lay in a dark bedroom further down the passageway.

He’d been medicated, and felt drowsy. This was a feeling he enjoyed, looked forward to each night, because the sleeping pills took the edge off his consciousness, his anxiety. He tried, really tried, to fall asleep.

If he failed to do so when the drugs kicked in, then their effects would wear off and he would lie awake most of the night, trapped in his useless body ...thinking of what had gone from his life, wallowing in self-pity and then the fear would begin. A fear of his impending demise and the way it would end ...suffocating in his own pulmonary fluids.

Tonight, John became aware of another person in the room.
Firstly, he heard a noise ...some soft footsteps making their way across the carpet. Then he saw a figure come into view.
A figure dressed in luminous Lycra ...green and yellow, as if they were going to enter

a bicycle race. He blinked his eyes ...the figure was still there ...wearing a Lycra balaclava in the same luminous colours. Almond shaped eye holes were cut in the material and a slash of pink Lycra was sewn on for a mouth.

He could not tell if the figure was male or female.

It bent down and whispered in his ear “I am here to free you John. To grant your greatest wish. I only want to help. But you will also be doing me a great service.”

John felt terror.
Was this a hallucination?
Is this how you died with the grim reaper in a Lycra body suit turning up at your

bedside?
The figure was holding something. It shone in the thin light which sneaked through

the curtains and bounced off its reflective surface.
A blade of some sort? A knife? A scalpel?
The blade touched John’s neck ...he barely felt it. There was only a slight sensation of

pressure in his type of MND, and that’s what he now felt ...a sort of push. This pressure continued down his torso.
The bedclothes were peeled away and his tee shirt cut off.
The blade ran down to his pubic region ...then stopped.

The pressure started again from just below his clavicle. 

 

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Kill And Cure by Thea Hartley

 

Kill And CureBook 3 of the 'Resa James criminal psychologist mysteries'.

Azrael is here...

Sally came over to John and seeing his eyes open gave him a soft kiss on the lips, “Just taking a shower, love” she told him unnecessarily.

His eyes followed her across the room until she entered the door of the bathroom. The opened window caused a draught which softly blew the turquoise polyester quilt cover into waves on a sea of lost dreams.

He felt no sexual urge for her nor produced any physical reaction. He felt hardly any sensations at all nowadays. The only thing he was aware of was discomfort and not being able to move unaided. John had suffered with motor neuron disease (MND) for three years that he knew of.

...

John felt terror. Was this a hallucination? Is this how you died with the grim reaper in a Lycra body suit turning up at your bedside?

The figure was holding something. It shone in the thin light which sneaked through the curtains and bounced off its reflective surface. A blade of some sort? A knife? A scalpel?

The blade touched John’s neck ...he barely felt it. There was only a slight sensation of pressure in his type of MND, and that’s what he now felt ...a sort of push. This pressure continued down his torso.

* * *

When John is found dead one morning, it is not a surprising event. He has suffered from Motor Neurone Disease for a few years, and is in the final stages. However, John has not died naturally... he has been cut open and filleted like a fish. His organs displayed.

A calling card is left ... 'Azrael’ ... the Angel of Death".

Join Resa and the team at Cardiff Police HQ including Superintendent Mike Thompson, DI Rob Stevens and  DS Angela McCarthy as they try to solve this mystery which may well incriminate someone they know and care about...

The killer, a twisted Psychopath, is convinced that they are killing people who want to die... those with terminal and incurable diseases. The death toll grows... and the killer’s identity baffles Resa and the police team.

What will be the final outcome - Will the Angel of death envelop all of them in its wings?

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THE PSYCHOLOGY OF CRIME.

 

Resa is a Criminal Psychologist. NOT a profiler..although she is able to produce profiles of a criminal ls if required, 

She takes everything into account. The place of the crime, whether it is the place of death or not...in the case of murder. Victimology, time, distance, background and history of that type of crime. 

In order to properly investigate, Ll these factors need to be taken into consideration, together with Method and Motive. 

Criminal Psychologists consider all these aspects . They are often the only person who finds out the full answers.