For Paul Knight...my No.1 loyal reader.....

I dedicate this post to my loyal reader PAUL KNIGHT........He wanted to appear in my last book TITANIC 2, and he did, however he did complain I killed him off too soon, and maybe I did, so to put things right, this post is dedicated to PAUL.For Paul I have some good news and some bad news, the good news is he will appear and star throughout my next up and coming book I call 'Apis Bee Killers' that is the good news. The bad news is, I have just the right character lined up for him to play. Paul Knight is a gay perverted Bee keeper on a honey farm deep in the Suffolk countryside. However some people would argue Paul would feel more at home as a sheep farmer in Wales? So before you make up your own mind you will have to wait for the book?           

Page 45 from my next up and coming book...Called 'Apis Bee Killers'

Page 45;

He climbed the stairs, slowly one by one, he wasn’t really looking forward to seeing his wife stone cold dead in their bed, but he couldn’t put it off any longer, it had to be done. He reached the top of the stairs and then stepped into their bedroom and then froze in his tracks just inside the doorway. What the hell, he thought to himself, what the hell’s going on?

            For the moment all he could do was to just stand and stare at the bed, and try to make some sort of sense out of what he was seeing.

            The bed was empty, his wife was no longer there, yes the bed clothes were covered with drying vomit, and urine, but that was the only evidence of last night’s events.

            Maybe, he had only thought she had been dead, last night and she wasn’t really, maybe she had only passed out or something and then woke up later when he had been asleep, in which case where was she now, and would she remember that he had tried to murder her? And if she had remembered he had tried to murder her maybe she was at the police station right now, or maybe she had gone running over to Paul’s house and told him that he, her husband had tried to murder her, that he her husband had tried to make her choke on her own vomit?

            All these thoughts were running through his mind, one thing was for sure, he couldn’t continue on with his plan, after all how could he phone 999 and say my wife is dead in bed, when she wasn’t even there?