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killed his wife and father?
     
    Well it was well and truly over now and he knew it. Jason closed his eyes and pulled back the trigger. Quick and fast. Without further thought or hesitation, it was the only way to do it. There was a click...then noting. He was still there. He was still thinking and feeling. The chamber was empty. The bullets were all gone. Jason didn't even let out a slight whimper of relief, just a cold simple shake of his head, while opening his eyes to the grizzly sight in front of him again.
     
    Jason took the gun from his mouth. Another image flashed through his head. A remote cottage, a distant countryside refuge. A place far, far away from here to take shelter and think about his actions and life for a few days. That's all he needed, just a few days to think things through until the authorities caught up with him, of which they surely would.
     
    A killer in Scotland was one thing, but a killer on the run and successfully evading the police was another. The next few moments became a hurried anxious blur. Jason rushed to a nearby cupboard and grabbed a medium sized sports bag. Quickly he filled it full of clothes and bathroom products before clambering down the stairs to the hallway below. He grabbed his keys and the suitcase full of money. In another flash he was out the front door, down the apartment block stairwell and diving, quick smart, back into his parked car. Completely unaware of the nearby and gleefully watching presence of Brad.
     
    Brad did nothing but calmly watch Jason leave with a sinister smile of satisfaction upon his face. He then took out his phone and dialled a number. A voice answered. It was Gary. Jason's friend and partner.
     
    'Gary... It's Brad...How was Glasgow?…Good, that‘s good Pal... I'm coming to you right now... I have a wee job for you pal. I'm not sure you're gonna like it though.'
     

CHAPTER three
     

     

     
    As the sun rose stunningly from the east, Jason drove west, right into the heart of the glorious and dramatic Scottish highlands somewhere along the North Western coast. Both windows in his car were rolled down to the max. The radio bellowed out full blast and the fantastically rich blue skies gradually emerged overhead. Jason took a quick glance away from the scenic mountains, blue skies and rare Scottish sunshine, to gently stroke the leather briefcase full of money, as it lay tenderly on the passenger seat beside him.
     
    'How are you doing there?' Jason asked, strangely radiant and doing his utmost to put the recent violent events completely out of his mind. 'We are going to have so much fun on this little honeymoon of ours, just you and I. So much fun. Till death do us part yeah.'
     
    The brief case remained silent.
     
    A few miles up the road Jason pulled into a small and secluded highland petrol garage to fuel up. It was the kind of petrol station you would've expected to see in a cheap low budget horror movie that no matter how bad and vile the sets and acting seemed to be, the movie was always able to hook the viewer right in until its final, cheesy and brutal end. This garage though possessed no such perverted pump attendant with a ridiculous limp and an even more annoying deep, southern fried, red neck accent. Only a little old refreshing lady instead with a dry Scottish tone and some hideous petrol prices which were a horror story all of there own making.
     
    While refuelling, Jason happened to notice, sitting all by itself upon a rickety old side fence not too far from his car, a single magpie. He stared curiously at the black and white creature for a few hypnotic moments and remembered a short rhyme he and his childhood chums would sing every time they came across the birds during their childhood adventures. How did that rhyme go again he pondered? One for sorrow, two for joy, three for a girl, four for a boy. Jason struggled to remember the rest of the silly song. Then the single magpie took flight and disappeared into the unusually