You couldn't drive through, but it was easy to walk in. I pulled on my ski mask and gloves and grabbed my sprayer of deadly fumes. My plan was simple....Between the chlorine and the AITC gasses in the creamer one good whiff would knock him out. I'd just sneak up on him and spray it in his face. Then I'd tape his hands behind his back and his feet together. I'd start the tape recorder and force him to confess. With luck, I wouldn't have to hit him, but I knew that if I had to, I could.One look at. I’d heard how, when people lost a loved one, they regretted harsh words and unsaid feelings. But that was supposed to be the regrets of the living. I was dead. I didn’t tell my family how much I loved them. Didn’t tell them often enough. Now it was too late.John was a good man and was happy with his new wife. Beulah was already rounding in pregnancy and did her best to emphasize it by the way she stood and walked. And as far as I could tell, she was happy. John stopped frequently in the day to. It was not too far to the site I had chosen, a secluded car park for a disused hall surrounded by woods. It was as safe and secure as any of these places are. I parked up about 8.30 seeing there were a couple of other cars there. As is fairly usual I flashed my car lights, turned the engine off and the internal light on. For what seemed like an age there was nothing happening. Then another car pulled in at roughly the same time as a couple of guys emerged from the woods.One of the guys came. .. I knew mine," I said as we went up the stairs slowly. "I just don't like talking about it." What do you like?" Ronald asked me when we got to the top."School," I shrugged. "The bathroom's down there, end of the hall. The pills and needles in the medicine cabinet are mine. You're not like a junkie or anything, are you?" No," he shook his head."Anyway, don't touch that stuff," I told him. "And the red toothbrush is mine too." I got a blue one," Ronald offered me a little smile and I ignored.