Chapter 10

There was several bank wallets containing a mixture of bank notes, a quick calculation brought the amount to just under a thousand pounds. There were several documents and a passport made out to the name of Cyril Metcalf. Very interesting I thought, why would he need a passport?

I closed the safe and locked it, where to go from here? I mused, I was absently looking at the safe key in my hand, "that's it, if our friend can't get into the safe the money and passport are worthless to him. Looking closer at the key it was obvious that the slots were meant to pass over something in the lock, if there was a slight misalignment the key wouldn't function the way it should.

I took the key out to the workshop and gently squeezed it in the vyce, not enough to be noticed but enough I hoped to render it inoperable. Back into the study and I tried it in the lock, "great, try to get into there now you murdering bastard" I thought.

After tea, Jenny and Jessica went to choir practice, they had been singing prior to tea time and they both sounded great. I sat at the kitchen table reading a novel that I had found in the lounge; De Vent was in the study doing some paperwork when I sensed his frustration. {Fuckin open you bastard... , why don't you turn ... some bastard's been messing with the lock ... that fuckin Jimmy, I kill the bastard ... where is the little sod}.

Here we go I thought, better get ready for a blue. De Vent came screaming at me "you little cunt, you've been fuckin around with the safe in my office."

"John, there's no way I could mess around with the safe, you keep the door locked so how could I do anything to it, not that I'd want to anyway."

He took a swing at me and caught me behind the ear "you little smart arse, I don't need your back chat..." that was as far as he got, my speed came into play and I gave him a good smack on the nose. The force of my punch threw him against the wall, I heard a 'thunk' as his head slammed against it then he slid to the floor unconscious, I kicked the bastard in the ribs before I got a grip on my anger. My head was ringing from his punch so I went up to my room to lay down, I locked the door and fell on the bed, why does everyone punch me in the head, I was just starting to come good and now it's hurting like hell again.

I had been on the bed a few minutes when I sensed De Vent's anger {the fuckin little cunt ... I kill the little bastard ... where's that knife ... there it is ... OK shithead you're gunna pay for this}.

I could hear him coming up the stairs, thankfully I had locked the door, looking around I spied my golf clubs, grabbing a heavy wood I waited. De Vent started kicking at the door and although it was a heavy one the lock wasn't all that sturdy. Several kicks and there was a splintering of the jamb by the lock two more kicks and the jamb gave way and De Vent attacked me with the kitchen knife. I swung the golf club and it smashed into the side of his head with a sickening crunch, he collapsed onto the floor, there was a pinkish grey ooze seeping from the wound and I caught a whiff of it's nauseating sweetness. I rushed through to the bathroom and heaved my guts up, Jesus I've killed him, what do I do now? I then noticed that my arm was bleeding, I opened my sleeve and saw a gash, it was only superficial but it was starting to hurt like hell.