Chapter 10

It was hard to decide which bin to put a corpse in Graham Inch thought to himself. On the one hand it was probably recyclable. But then it was technically meat so maybe it should go in the bin for food waste. It was exasperating work. He hadn't wanted to even kill the guy but anyone who played their MP3 player loudly in the quiet zone of the train to Victoria didn't deserve to live. He debated a while further before stuffing the body into the recycling bin and strolling off through Soho in the direction of the nearest house of ill repute.

He hadn't planned on visiting a brothel but there was a strong chance he was either going to be dead or in prison within 24 hours so he thought he deserved to be with a female at least once more. I mean he'd led a good life. Well apart from the 5 people he had definitely murdered and the 2 he probably had or at least maimed. But those few blips aside the last bad thing he had ever done was when he'd accidentally walked out of Sainsburys with a pint of unpaid semi-skimmed in his bag in 2002. No he deserved a little fun on his last night as an alive and free human.

Graham had never been inside a whore house before. He'd once seen a stripper on his stag weekend in Amsterdam but he'd had a panic attack and had to spend 4 hours eating waffles and ice-cream to calm down. He wasn't entirely sure on the etiquette for buying prostitutes on Christmas Eve and was also very aware he was heavily armed so decided the best way to approach the situation was to be as well spoken and nice as possible. He approached the desk where the slightly older lady who he assumed was the madam sat on her mobile phone eyeing him curiously.
'Hello there, are you open?'
'Of course we're open love. It's Christmas Eve. Our busiest night of the year.'
'Excellent. In that case I would would like to purchase a young lady for a couple of hours.'
'How young. If she's below 15 it costs double'.
'Jesus Christ no! I meant around 22 or something. Jesus what kind of establishment do you run here?'
'Relax amigo this isn't Taxi Driver, I was kidding. Don't worry I've got a couple of lovely ladies working the Christmas shift.' She chucked him a key. 'That'll be 200 Euros please?'
'Euros? I've only got sterling I'm afraid.'
'Sterling? What's that worth these days? I'll take your phone and your watch.'
'Look I need to keep the watch. How about I give you the phone and £100?'
'Fine go through the last door on the left. Number 3'

As Graham Inch made his way down the corridor he heard many strange and freaky noises. Amongst then was a man screaming the Neighbours theme tune and the sound of  a microwave going. He ignored them and opened his allotted door. Inside he sat on the double bed and looked around. Across the wall was handcuffs, whips, butt plugs and several scary looking items which Graham didn't even want to imagine the purpose of. Directly opposite the bed was a video camera connected to a widescreen telly mounted on the wall. Graham wondered what sort of despicable acts had been filmed using that camera. The door opened and two girls walked in. Dressed in French underwear and suspenders they were quite simply the most beautiful creatures Graham Inch had ever set his eyes upon. They came over and the blonde gave him a kiss on the cheek. She had sparkling blue eyes and an hourglass figure. As soon as she kissed him he got hard but he tried to push that urge from his mind. The redhead sat down next to him and began running her finger through his stubble.
'I only paid for 1 girl...' Graham began but the blonde put her finger on his lip to quieten him.
'Madameoizelle Rorsche felt you could do with a little Christmas cheer so sent myself and Maxine as extra. On the house'. Maxine gave him a kiss and took his jacket off him. She threw it onto the bag containing his shotgun and gave a small gasp when she saw the Glock in his holster.
'My my you are full of surprises. You want to keep that on?' Graham took the holster off and went to the bag. He opened it, peered in and looked up at the girls.
'No thanks. I've got something very special in store for you two'.


2 hours later Madam Rorsche made her way down the corridor to room 13. She couldn't hear any sounds coming from inside and the door was locked. She knocked loudly on the door.
'Come on, that's your lot. Don't make me call security. She banged again harder. Still nothing.
'Maxine, Zara are you OK in there?' Banging again. 'Open up this fucking door!'
She heard a key turn slowly in the lock. Graham Inches face appeared in the space where it opened.
'Shh he said beckoning her in. they're sleeping'. Sure enough as the door opened wide the two girls were fast asleep on the bed. 'Get your fill did ya? I'm supposed to have these two working for another six hours'.
'Just let them sleep a bit more.' Graham went over to pick up a remote. 'We were just watching a film together.
'It's supposed to be an extra 50 if you make them watch you and your boyfriend doing it or whatever gets you off you know.' She glimpsed up at he TV and got a strange surprise. On the screen a green frog was singing a song with a pig.
'I used to watch this with my kids every year at Xmas' Graham said sitting on the bed.
'Muppets Christmas Carol' Madame Rorsche gasped 'I haven't seen this since I was married.' She sat next to Graham on the bed and he rewound it to the beginning. Within 20 minutes she was asleep in between Zara and Maxine. graham got up quietly, gave them all a kiss on the forehead and left another £50 in both the girls cleavage. He picked up his bag and loaded the Shotgun. It had been fun but the job in hand sill was priority. It was time to get to her house