The Blood Devil - Part 3 Chapter 3 22nd October 2005 His heart raced. This was his last chance to catch the killer. He held is pistol up and aimed. The man was in his sight. He could hear the screams of people and sirens around him but he blocked them out. John fired. Chapter 4 Present day Callum limped from John's study to the MacMadden bedroom. The body had been taken to forensics for examining but the blood covered the room. His eyes were drawn to the wall which the large double bed faced. He stood and stared at it. He wanted to vomit. "Nice piece of art isn't it," his assistant - Tom Anders, "I think it brings out the light in the room" "Shut up, this isn't funny" "Sorry boss!" Anders had a habit of making inappropriate jokes, but he was right, it was a disturbingly good painting, even if it was in blood. He felt as if he was looking evil in the face. The devil painted in blood. ••• John sat in his study, vivid images of that devil flashing across his mind. It had haunted him for 8 years and just as he began to forget that horrible night... His head was tortured. He sobbed and cried out in silence. Screaming inside his brain. Somebody knew... Somebody knew...