Today I had to decide whether I was going to share the proceeds of Edinburgh’s drug trade with him – or decline his offer and risk going to war with the Gladwells. I had the TV on in the background while I showered and dressed in the apartment but I wasn’t giving it much attention. The news was all about Leon Cassidy that morning. It was the only story receiving any real coverage. The day before, he had been found guilty of all five murders and the Press were finally able to unleash all of their hyperbole on the Sandyhills Sniper, without fear of prejudicing the trial or risking a libel case. Cassidy was a misfit, a loner and a loser they told us. He was inadequate and lived in his own world. Former school friends and work mates queued up to denounce him with small, seemingly insignificant stories that, in hindsight, seemed like clues that they’d been sharing their lives with a killer all along. He’d blanked them, looked right through them, had a bit of a temper over silly little things, which clearly showed he was a nut job.
What do You think about The Damage (David Blake 2)?
