“One less for the Tax payer and one less murderer on the street to worry about,” John answered as though this might be answer to their prayers.

The following morning, Andrew received another call, this time from London. It was Detective Chief Guy Johnson from Scotland Yard. He informed that a body had been discovered at Paddington under suspicious circumstances and that there might have been a link with the Avon-mouth Restaurant raids.

Andrew immediately contacted Paul on his mobile. “Paul can you pick up Sheila from her place and both bring your overnight bags. I think we might have to stop overnight. Meet me at Temple Mead Rail Station. There’s a train to Paddington in the hour. I will explain when we meet.”

The Train arrived near on time at Paddington at three o’clock in the afternoon. They could see a presence of police with a white tent on the next platform. Guy Johnson greeted the three from Avon-mouth on platform seven. Guy introduced himself to Andrew, Paul and Sheila and took them to the scene of the crime and introduced them to his head of forensics Tom Lock-heart.

“After getting the same death circumstances as the Killer on Temple Mead Station, it was estimated the victim was killed within half an hour later. I expect that when we get this down to theatre, we will find his insides are burnt out as well.” Sheila said with certainty in her voice.

“How do you know that?” Tom asked, intrigued of what she had discovered at her previous autopsy.

Sheila held out her hand with a sample bag containing three black feathers with the burnt crusted remains of wood. “We found these with the other body at Temple Mead. When I opened him up his whole insides had been burnt to ashes. Its so spooky that the skin and majority of the flesh stayed in tack, but by the smell and infestation of maggots, this body could have been here for nearly a week.”

“We will soon find out if this is one of the Gang. They seem to hold onto something that isn’t theirs from the victims as a trophy. The other had a watch belonging to Jeremy Clark, one of the Restaurant victims. Paul, get the notebook and see if any of this bloke’s belongings meet the stolen list please.” Andrew asked then went off to find the nearest toilet.

He had to walk all the way next to platform one, it was getting dark and cold and the station was busy as usual as he had to push his was to the entrance, down the stairs the toilets began to empty of people until he was on his own. He washed his hands then face and saw his reflection in the mirror. A voice spoke to him, all he could see was a faint figure in the mirror standing behind him. It had a hood and was too dark to see the face. With a quiver holding black-fletched arrows on his back, Peter held his favourite bow. A Hunter’s bow over his other shoulder. Andrew stood still, although he wanted to turn and face this figure he was frozen and could not move.

Peter said in a soft whispering tone “You will not catch the gang in time, they will cease to exist for what they did to people, and soon the avenging will be completed.” Then Peter faded into the background, the Toilets filled with people again. They looked at Andrew who was white with fear. One man asked if he was all right, Andrew just nodded then walked out.

Paul arrived as Andrew was climbing the stairs. “You OK Andrew? You look as though you have seen a Ghost”

“I think I have.” Andrew answered, looking in deep thought.

Guy Approached Andrew and Paul as they made their way back to platform seven. “Glad I found you, they have just found another body at Waterloo Station this time. I think we are closing in on the gang now.”

Andrew said to Paul quietly. “I Think I really have seen a ghost if this is the same as the other two and I think the others will turn up the same way if my assumptions are correct. We are dealing with something supernatural here.”