Son of a Serial Killer

by Jams N. Roses

  Bobby was shocked at the insinuation, especially coming from Maggie like that. Mayor Terrence Thatcher was a new breed of mayor who had wormed his way into controlling both the metropolitan and city of London police force by hard work, backhanders and schmoozing, so deserved a little more credit than that (not too much more though).

  ‘No decision has been made as to who will be leading the force; the announcement will be made in a few days, as previously stated,’ said the mayor, turning to Bobby and giving a nod of appreciation.

  ‘What I will say,’ he continued, ‘is that yes, I have known Bobby Saint for many years. And in that time, he has behaved responsibly, and acted in the best interest of everybody around him at all times. Even, I believe, on his wedding day, when he married you, Mrs Saint.’

  Bobby shifted awkwardly in his seat.

  A male reporter, Barry Porter, jumped up from his seat and called out a question to Bobby without an invitation.

  ‘Officer Saint,’ he said, ‘how can we trust you to control the city, when you can’t control your wife?’

  More laughter erupted from the crowd and Maggie shuffled backwards, out of view from her husband, who sat embarrassed at the front of the media room.

  Bobby looked up to the mayor, who shrugged his shoulders and grinned sheepishly.

  ‘I think we can call it a day, don’t you?’ said Bobby, before standing and preparing to leave.

  Suddenly, the doors at the back of the room crashed open.

  Harriet Plebb MP, wearing a revealing dress, strutted to the front of the room like a model on a catwalk, pausing after every few steps and illuminated by flashing cameras. She was followed towards the mayor and Bobby by a serious-looking man in a suit, Edwin Plebb, her husband and human rights lawyer.

  The mayor gestured for Bobby to sit back down, and then sat down beside him, as Harriet sat on the table in front of them and ignored them both as she crossed her legs in a manner that would have made Sharon Stone’s character in Basic Instinct proud.

  Edwin stood to the side of the room, remaining calm, serious and calculated the whole time.

  ‘Well, hello darlings,’ said Harriet, loudly to the crowd in front of her.

  She folded her arms across her chest, squeezing her ample breasts together and pretended to shiver, causing a gentle ripple across her assets.

  ‘It’s cold in here,’ she said, before leaning back on the table. ‘As you all know, I am running for Prime Minister, so I thought I would pop in…’

  ‘Nearly pop out, you mean,’ said the reporter, Barry Porter, under his breath whilst struggling to tear his eyes away from her cleavage.

  ‘…and see how everybody is. I could maybe answer a few questions.’

  Whilst all the male reporters fought for Maggie’s attention, Bobby and Mayor Thatcher sat behind her looking unimpressed.

  ‘Mrs Plebb,’ called out a female voice from the back of the group of hacks, ‘what do you feel you have to offer the country as Prime Minister? As I understand, your greatest achievement so far is to have won Big Brother, and even then, there were accusations of fixing,’ called out Maggie.

  ‘Yes, I remember very well your accusations of my cheating,’ said Harriet. ‘Anyway, to answer your question, Ms Saint…’

  ‘Mrs,’ interrupted Maggie.

  ‘Mrs Saint,’ continued Harriet, ‘I make people happy. For example, since becoming secretary of state, I have banned working Friday afternoons and Monday mornings. Tell me, how are your long weekends, Ms Saint?’

  ‘Very nice, thank you,’ stuttered Maggie.

  ‘Good,’ stated Harriet. ‘What the people of this country need, is somebody to care for them, somebody to nurture them, to give them what they want.’

  Barry Porter stood up like a shot.

  ‘And what is it that you think we need, Mrs Plebb?’ he asked.

  Harriet gave the reporter a huge smile and her eyes twinkled as Barry stared back at her, saliva dripping from his open mouth.

  ‘Well, obviously…’ she said, sitting up straight then dropping her shoulders and pushing forward her breasts, ‘...you want me.’

  Barry resembled a schoolboy looking up at his female teacher he fantasized about every biology class, before slowly lowering himself back down onto his chair, placing his notepad over his groin area and hiding any obvious movement.

  ‘Right, that’s enough from me today,’ said Harriet. ‘The election is only a few weeks away. Remember to vote for your favourite lady.’

  Harriet turned and gave the mayor and Bobby a dismissive look before jumping off the table and strutting out of the room with Edwin, her unanimated husband in tow. The reporters slowly made their way out after them, too, leaving Bobby and the mayor alone at the front of the City Hall media room.

  ‘This is precisely why I’m putting you in charge of the force, Bobby,’ said the mayor, ‘too many idiots getting into power, people voting for bloody celebrities. If we aren’t careful, this country is going to fall apart.’

  ‘Extremely England’ by Jams N. Roses is available now on Amazon.

  ‘Flowerboy and the Lonely Princess’ by Jams N. Roses: A short love story.

  This is a short love story about how fate (and the internet) brought two young people together, who give each other the strength to face their fears and take a leap of faith.

  Jesse is a timid, young man, who finds it hard to make friends in the real world, and settles for online friendships instead.

  One day, with some convincing from Norman, his father, Jesse takes the plunge and asks his online friend to meet in person, only to be rejected.

  Annabella already has a real boyfriend, Chris, a moody and selfish man, who over the years has stolen the confidence from his beautiful girlfriend, which is why she finds herself looking for friendship in online communities.

  But after one insult too many one day, and Annabella decides to arrange a meeting with Jesse, the only person in her life who seems to care. Only on the day of the meeting she doesn’t show up...

  ‘Flowerboy and the Lonely Princess’ by Jams N. Roses is available now on Amazon.

  ‘The Near-Deads’ by Jams N. Roses: A short suspense story.

  Emily Swann, a young and motivated journalist, drags her cameraman, Benny, to take an exclusive look into the world of Dr Stein and his private clinic, hidden in the middle of the countryside.

  All his patients have been clinically dead and revived, yet none seem to be acting like they have been given a second chance at life. Benny, feeling uneasy in his surroundings, keeps filming whilst Emily and Dr Stein develop further their strange but almost instant bond.

  Why does Emily have such an interest in this place?

  For the Near-Deads, there is never a happy ending.

  The Near-Deads by Jams N. Roses is available now on Amazon.

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