The man opened the door and put off his coat. He walked to the window and closed the curtains, all four of them. Two were extra-thick, so that even the brightest torches couldn't shine through it. He wanted to be able to sleep when the police was searching around his house. He never worried about them finding him, since that was impossible. They thought this house was empty, abandoned. He walked to the kitchen and took a few chocolate bars out of one of the many cupboards.
There wasn't a place in the house that he didn't know, for he'd lived there all his life and had had to hide often. There wasn't a problem that he hadn't faced, for he'd done all illegal things you can imagine. There wasn't a solution he hadn't found, for he was still free. There wasn't anyone who remembered him, or could recognise him, for they were all dead.
He lit a cigarette, his last. That was his way of knowing when to do something. Every time his pack of cigarettes was empty, someone had to die. He stood up, already having made his decision. He normally didn't do chain murders, because they could be recognised as related to each other, and he didn't want that. But this time he could make an exception.
A/N: Very very short, I'm sorry. Please see this chapter as an update of what's going on in the meantime, with a cliffhanger...
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FanfictionThe Beatles' manager, Brian Epstein is found dead in his house. Soon, it becomes clear that he was murdered.
