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Wednesday, 2 February 2011

On a snowy, December evening there was a cold, clinical murderer waiting for Jo Yeates in Cannnynge Rd. The slim, tall handsome young man had very short greying hair; and a pair of rimless spectacles. The taciturn, stern appearance of the man with the steely, blue eyes would send a chill down any young girl's spine.

The serious young man was the secret, genetic-clone double of Vincent Tabak. Vincent's liberal parents had, had their beloved Vincent cloned because of their fear of losing their brilliant young son. However, although they had given their boys the best education available and each had, had a comfortable middle-class upbringing the boys were very different from each other. Vincent was a bright, scholarly boy who was able to get on with every one did not have the ability to distinguish right from wrong. In short Wim, although genetically identical to Vincent, lacked a soul.

Wim was a genetic copy of Vincent and had the same appearance but whilst Vincent's eyes were kind and full of intelligent, Wim's eyes were the souless, unemotional eyes of a phychopathic killer. In their childhood their parents had despaired of the tortured puppies and the kittens who had, had a firework tied to their tails and were mutilated and pychologically scarred.

Wim had been confined to an institute for the criminally insane. Intelligent he had achieved excellent open university qualifications and was a qualified dentist and performed dentistry in a institution for the insane. He was monitored at all times and was very monitored by the authorities.

However, Wim was clever and able to fool people and knew how to give the impression of normality. He had managed to fool the authorities that he was a sane, reformed member of society.

The clone had envied Vincent's lifestyle and especially his pretty, rich girlfriend. The daughter of a millionaire.

Wim was determined that he should enjoy all the benefits that Vincent enjoyed, which rightfully should be his.

On December 17th Wim managed to enter Jo Yeate's flat through a blocked up door which with his criminal knowledge and special dental knives and scapels he had easily dislodged the mortar. He had, had some chloroform on a cloth and overcame the unsuspecting girl. He then had his way with her. He did not realise that this girl was Jo he had in fact believed that she was Vincent's fiance Tanya who was also blond and pretty.

He had stangled the unconscious girl with her grey, ski sock and then bundled her down an old staircase into a disused wine celler which was musty and cobweb filled. Wim had realised from the Land Registry

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