No Mercy (Sgt Major Crane story)

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  Steps to Heaven

  Soldiers murdering their children.

  Then committing suicide.

  An SIB detective determined to stop the killings

  A British Army soldier on Aldershot Garrison deliberately kills his wife, his 6 year old son and then himself. He cuts their throats and then his own. But this is not an isolated incident. There are similar crimes on other Garrisons. Sergeant Major Crane, a Branch detective with the Royal Military Police must deal with one of the most horrific cases of his career. He is convinced the link is a local church But is the church offering salvation - or slaughter? How many more innocent children must die before Crane catches the man responsible?

  “A dark and twisted thriller” Indie Book Spot

  Solomon 15:30 Hours 16th August

  Solomon knew that people described him as a quiet and unassuming man. A family man, a member of the local church, a Christian. But he was more than that. He was a Christian who had been chosen.

  His first born was the key to that choosing. Not everyone could father a son, especially not their first child. It was a sign. He had studied the scriptures long into the night and knew that the ultimate sacrifice was the way to eternal salvation. Ensuring that he and his son would climb the steps to heaven.

  Now it was a matter of timing. He had his instructions and intended to follow them to the letter, like a good soldier. A soldier of Christ. It was God’s will.

  Solomon decided to check the house once more. The mirror in the hall caught images of him, clad in his battle fatigues, as he closed and locked the doors to the front and back of the house, leaving the internal door to the garage open. That was the way they would come in. He knew their routine.

  Mentally going over his check list, he realised he had one more task. Fishing the house keys out of his pocket he carefully locked the windows downstairs and then upstairs, before returning to his base.

  Once there, he settled down to wait, crossed legged on the floor, his back against the kitchen door. After adjusting the beret on his shaven head Solomon began to slowly, rhythmically sharpen his knife. There was no other sound in the house, save the grinding of the blade against the pumice stone. Death given a voice. Rising and falling. Ebbing and flowing. Marching steadily closer.

  Solomon repeated his mantra as he worked: “Follow the will of the Lord. Follow the steps to heaven. Follow the will of the Lord. Follow the steps to heaven.”