What drove a man to confess murdering a prostitute? A secret he kept for 70 years gets spilled on his dying bed

Remorse! Talking about it now fillls my stomach with lots of awkward throbs that make me want to throw up. What can be said to this wicked happening? 70-year-old secret just got  blown up on a nonagenarian man's sick bed.

 The man who has been diagnosed with terminal cancer, confessed he killed a young prostitute who swindled him of some cash back in his prime in a  London back-ally. This is definitely one for the books. He had to identify his victim from a series of photos, as he had apparently forgot her name.

 The unfortunate lady turned out to be 26-year-old ‘exotic dancer’ Margaret Cook, whom he shot outside Soho’s Blue Lagoon Club with a Russian pistol.

It seems he fled to Canada to escape his crime, which would’ve gotten him the death penalty back in the day. However, as the Metro reports:

''The Crown Prosecution Service has begun extradition proceedings but it is not yet known if the man is physically fit enough to stand trial.''

It is unclear as to what prompted this mind-boggling revelation. We can all still infer our own opinions; remorse certainly is  out of the question. It couldn't have been remorse when he suffers terminal illness harbouring secret old enough to be my grand mother's eldest daughter's age. If you ask me, I think it is the fear of the great beyond: the depth that may or may not want him.

                                                   Here is the depth


What do you think?

• The Metro and The Sun]