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Grenville Psychiatric Prison, six months later

Lights out had just been called and I lay cocooned in the claustrophobic darkness of my single cell.

‘Halloo Mr Ameazak. Hey! You there?’

Mr Ameazak wasn’t taking calls. Hadn’t since I’d admitted to murder. Shrinks reckoned it was my medication stopped his visits. Well, I’d got me a new song!

‘I’m not trying to cause a big s-s-sensation,

I just ain’t taking my medication.

Bye-bye-bye-my medication baby!’

The familiar explosion of the spurting coke can accompanied by the odorous waft of scorched hair informed me a Kallu Hum had just entered my cell.

‘A KALLU HUM HAS ENTERED THE BUILDING!’

“Hey, Mr Ameazak! Where you been? Shittaflit! Thought you’d uptsticks and left me.”

“Hello Daniel. We meet again.”

Instantly recognising the soft camp accent of the assassin, I lay trembling, sucking in lungfuls of fetid air. I wished him no satisfaction.

‘NO S-S-SATISFACTION BABY!’

“You come to kill me or gloat?”

“Neither Daniel; I’ve come to help you. My name is Juan Gabriel.”