Tales of Crime & Violence - Vol 3: Tales of Crime & Violence, Volume Three

By Paul White

The ideas and inspiration for these stories are as many and as varied as each of the individual tales.

They do not contain standard stories of theft, greed and wrongdoings, as one might expect.

 

Far from it.

 

 Tales of Crimes & Violence looks deeper into the human psyche, the mind and spirits of those involved.

 

Although all the tales in these books are about committing crime, or being involved in acts of violence, the real story being told is one of the people involved; why and how they came to be in this position.

 

Are they willing participants, or victims themselves? The innocent caught in the crossfire, or is there more to their presence than meets the eye?

 

All the stories in Tales Crime & Violence have underlying factors, deeper meanings, twists and stings to savour and enjoy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookRix
• Release date: Feb 6, 2018
• ISBN: 9783743854567

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Title page

TALES OF CRIME & VIOLENCE

Volume 3

Copyright © 2015 Paul White

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof

may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever

without the express written permission of the publisher

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Authors note

Tales of Crime & Violence

This is volume number 3, in a collection of 3 books

The ideas and inspiration for these stories are as many and as varied as each of the individual tales.

They do not contain standard stories of theft, greed and wrongdoings, as one might expect.

Far from it.

 Tales of Crimes & Violence looks deeper into the human psyche, the mind and spirits of those involved.

Although all the tales in these books are about committing crime, or being involved in acts of violence, the real story being told is one of the people involved; why and how they came to be in this position.

Are they willing participants, or victims themselves? The innocent caught in the crossfire, or is there more to their presence than meets the eye?

All the stories in Tales Crime & Violence have underlying factors, deeper meanings, twists and stings to savour and enjoy.

Dedication

To all of you wonderful people who have read volumes 1 & 2 too.

If you have not... what... why... go and read them NOW because you are missing out on

so many great tales.

Contents

Dedication 

1 Misty White 

2 Handwashing 

3 The Arrangement 

4 The Bridge 

5 Big Billy’s Chilli 

6 Going Hunting 

7 I Never eat the Crusts 

8 Peter the Baker 

9 Result 

10 Things that cannot be Let Go 

11 Time and Chance 

MISTY WHITE

Misty White

I am never comfortable in a strange bed.

Which is one reason I dislike hotels and staying ‘over’ at friends’ houses. But sometimes you must, as I am doing tonight.

Picking up my phone for the umpteenth time I see it is two fifteen a.m. That is a whole three minutes since I last looked.

I lie back, a huge elongated sigh escapes from my lips. I close my eyes and then open them instantly. Sleep is AWOL. My mind busy jumping from one random thought to another.

It has been six years since Mark and I last got together. We have so many tales to tell, so much to catch up on. Keeping in touch by text is ok.

Social networks sort of get you by, on the mundane, irrelevant and unimportant. But real contact, being with someone, keeping a true friendship alive, means seeing people, being with them in the same room, around the same table, laughing, joking, prodding, pushing, poking them. Physical contact.

Which is why I have taken this opportunity to visit, before the distance in which we live our lives becomes too great, becomes a permanent dived.

Old friendships should never be lost.

Unlike myself, Mark is rich. His parents left him a fortune, which is why we live very different lives.

But even for all his wealth Mark’s life was not without pain and misfortune. Firstly, his parents were murdered. Four years ago his fiancé, Anna disappeared. The police suspected Mark of murdering her. He was held in jail for weeks, even his high-priced lawyers could not convince the court to give him bail.

Eventually, Anna’s body was found floating in a canal, dismembered and wrapped in black plastic. There was no evidence to link Mark to her death. In fact, he had rock solid alibis for the dates on and around the time of her disappearance, the prime one was he was halfway across the world, closing a business deal in Dubai.

The police had no option but to release him.

Because of my own circumstance, I never got to meet Anna. 

But I know from Mark’s messages to me he loved her deeply.

I never, not for one instance, believed he killed her. In fact, murder was not something Mark has within himself, he is far too nice a person.

Mark took a long time to recover from Anna’s death. He slipped into a state of depression and found a bottle, or three, of Vodka would dull his pain, at least for a short while.

If it was not for Jenny, Anna’s twin sister, I am certain t Mark would have committed suicide.

I do not think he was too far away from doing so judging by the rows of scars running along his forearms.

Thankfully, Jenny was there. She nursed and cursed Mark. She mopped up his vomit and washed away the blood. Hugged him and hit him. She eventually brought Mark out of his depression, got him to walk in the sunlight and wonder at the stars once more.

Last year Mark and Jenny married.

Looking back, it seems this was always going to be the obvious outcome, it was an inevitability, but at the time… well… hindsight is a wonderful thing, isn’t it?

You may be wondering where I was during all this, seeing Mark is such a close friend.

I am sorry to say, to admit, I was in prison.

I will not go into those details just now. I have served my time, I have been humbled and shamed. Now all I want is to build a new life, to move on and put my own past behind me.

Forget it, if it is at all possible.

***

Which brings my thoughts back to now, laying here wishing for sleep.

I look at my phone once more. It is two seventeen. I swear time has slowed. I look again, still two seventeen…oh no, two eighteen.