stakker lived opposite the Marks and Sparks hq - one night awoken by a loud banging at his door he cowered under the sheets - it was bound to be the police - there'd already been the note with his address on it left on the dead prostitutes body that no - one could fathom - the police had interrogated him for weeks insinuating that he was a brothel owner - it's funny how in theses situations everything suddenly seems suspicious - they'd been renting the flat illegally from the owner of a modeling agency - a fairly salubrious one at that - this along with stakkers gilfriends' untimely habit of being crude gave stakker the sweats - N O - he wouldn't open the door this time - it had been too insane. The banging continued - luckily someone across the landing opened their door - he heard the policeman tell of a red dancing light which had been spotted across the road at M&S by a security guard who had immediately recognised it as an infra-red night sight for a gun of some kind - they'd tracked the angle of fire to this block of flats - after all there were a lot of people these days taking pot shots at the top knobs of M&S - a lot of grievances with the rate of wage increase these bastards charged - good luck to the assassin stakker mused - The banging ceased and stakker returned to his own world - beggining to doze once more he reflected that he had a single cascade released tomorrow - he'd tried desperately to pull it at the last moment having had a last minute change of heart - even with the shelves at HMV fully stocked up - but now after his brief foray into the world of brothel keepers - M&S managerial assassins he concluded that it was no big deal.
