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Category:
Humor
Publisher: Mark C Sutton
Type: Fiction
Pages: 854
Copyright: Jun 14 2015
Price: $6.22 (eBook)
You'll never feel safe on your allotment again...
'Grandad Miller, Serial Killer - Triple Kill' contains the three full-length novels, 'Grandad Miller, Serial Killer', 'The Return of Grandad Miller, Serial Killer', and 'The Curse of Grandad Miller, Serial Killer', which chronicle the murderous adventures of Brian Andrew Miller, an ageing psychopath who decides to resume his killing career after a forty year gap.
Book One - Grandad Miller, Serial Killer
Brian Miller is a devoted family man in his seventies, with a sinister secret; in the nineteen sixties, he murdered three people and got away with it. But Brian put aside his murderous ways, focusing instead on enjoying a happy life with his new young family. Many years later, a personal tragedy results in Brian's long dormant blood-lust to rise to the surface again, and the ageing serial killer is reborn, leading to a trail of death and destruction with an increasingly high body-count. Grandad Miller seeks revenge on all manner of victims, from a loutish fellow member of his local allotment, to a trio of violent muggers, from a former school bully who made his life a misery many years ago, to a feisty, ageing, hairdresser who has given his wife a disastrous perm down at the local salon. Will the lovable, homicidal grandfather be able to avoid capture by the authorities, or will his increasingly bad back put paid to Brian's nefarious ways for good?
Book Two - The Return of Grandad Miller, Serial Killer
This time, the hunter becomes the hunted...
Psychopathic pensioner, Brian Miller, returns in this sequel to the original 'Grandad Miller, Serial Killer' novel. With a bad back, clicking hip, and knackered knackers, Brian faces a new set of deadly and disturbing challenges, including an organised gang intent on claiming the bounty put on his head, a sadistic female serial killer with a passion for murdering elderly men, a vindictive woman whose main hobby involves leaving poo-filled parcels outside people's caravans, and, of course, a dodgy politician driven by greed and corruption.
Book Three - The Curse of Grandad Miller, Serial Killer
Someone else has stepped into Brian Miller's slippers... 'The Curse of Grandad Miller, Serial Killer', concludes the 'Grandad Miller' saga with a bite, and details the story of the mysterious 'imposter', who has now taken on Brian Miller's former role as the loveable, homicidal, old age pensioner, in a tale where all is not quite what it seems...
Warning: Contains strong language and violence, not suitable for minors.
Excerpt
Brian Miller walked along the coastal path where, nine months earlier, he had murdered Donald Browning and Patricia Stanley. He had telephoned Detective Berrington, who was leading the manhunt for him, and told the policeman of his exact whereabouts. Brian finished the call by saying,
"Better get the Exington coppers down to the beach right now. I'll be waiting for them, I've told you where," he said, before slamming the telephone down. It was half past eight in the evening, and the sun was sinking fast into the horizon, thunder clouds quickly rolling in from the English Channel. Brian hobbled up the coastal path, until he reached a signpost that advised people of the potential fines for dropping litter.
"This is it." Brian Miller said to himself, and he waited for the police to arrive. “This is the end.”
The evening sky glowed a harsh, sickly yellow, as the last of the sunlight flickered against angry, dark-grey clouds. The rumble of thunder began to fill the air, and the first forks of lightning could be seen on the horizon. Brian Miller stood at the top of the cliff, silhouetted against this ominous backdrop, in a last, defiant stand against everybody and every thing around him. He turned slightly and looked down, at the raging ocean that lapped angrily against the rocks beneath him. Brian’s whole body was trembling badly. There was a large crash of thunder overhead, the black, swollen clouds opened up, and heavy blobs of warm rain began to fall on the ageing multiple murderer.
Brian squinted through the rain, and saw four men walking towards him, two of them from the north part of the coastal path, and two from the south. They were the enemy, the police, and they were here to finally claim their prize; Grandad Miller, the Serial Killer.
"Not a fucking chance." Said Brian to himself, and he edged closer to the grassy ledge of the cliff that he stood on. There was another crash of thunder from overhead, followed quickly by a flash of lightning. The policemen started running towards Brian, but there was too much distance for them to cover in order to reach him in time.
"I always said that I'd never give myself up to you bunch of wankers, until recently... I told you that I’d let you nick me, that I’d changed my mind, and that I’d let you bang me up for life… but guess what, boys? I’ve changed my fucking mind again!" Shouted Brian at the policemen. One of them drew a gun, but it was too late. Brian took a sudden step sidewards, off the cliff-top, towards the rocks below, and it was like he had fallen from the very edge of the Earth itself.
A large fork of lightning crackled across the blackened sky. The four policemen rushed to the edge of the cliff. One of them peered over, down towards the rocks and sea.
“Where the fuck is he?” He asked. Another policeman looked over the grassy, wet ledge.
“He must have hit the ocean, because he isn’t on those rocks.” The policeman said.
“If he landed in the water… could he have survived it?” Asked another copper.
“At his age? I very much doubt it. We must be at least three hundred feet above the sea…” commented another one of the policemen, a sergeant. “Look, you three, keep watch here. If there’s any sign of Brian Miller down there, radio through to me immediately. In the meantime, I’m going to go back to the car, call through to the coastguard.” The sergeant added. The other three policemen nodded.
“Okay. Perhaps the boats will be able to locate the old bastard.” Said one of them.
The first policeman to have glanced over the edge of the cliff watched as the sergeant headed back down the coastal path towards the car. He was unaware of the wrinkled, elderly hand that suddenly appeared, close to his ankle, from beyond the cliff-edge. The hand worked its way along the soaking wet, grassy ledge, moving sideways, like a crab. It located the policeman, and boney fingers suddenly grasped the copper’s lower leg.
“I forgot to mention… you’re fucking well coming with me, you filthy pig!” Shouted Grandad Miller, Serial Killer, and his hand yanked powerfully at the unsuspecting policeman’s limb. The copper looked startled, and began to flail around in the rain; his helmet fell off and landed on the ground as he was pulled backwards towards the ledge. Then he vanished over the edge of the cliff-top. From somewhere below, came the sound of laughter…
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