Breathless by Sol Samuels

Breathless by Sol Samuels Breathless by Sol Samuels

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Genre: Mystery and Crime

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Status: Finished

Genre: Mystery and Crime

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A killer with a sick perversion, a policeman struggling to keep his mind together, a detective determined to catch the killer before they have to tell anymore grieving families what has happened to their daughter. Who will achieve their goal?

Summary

A killer with a sick perversion, a policeman struggling to keep his mind together, a detective determined to catch the killer before they have to tell anymore grieving families what has happened to their daughter. Who will achieve their goal?

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Submitted: January 02, 2010

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Submitted: January 02, 2010

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Breathless.
 
A story by
Sol Samuels
 
He watches with relish as her eyes bulge, the colour of her skin turns from ashen to a deep purple. These were the things that excited him. He had first discovered this when in a play fight with his wife he put his hands round her throat and she began throwing her head back and forth gurgling in a typical parody of being strangled. But he found himself applying pressure and his wife’s jollity rapidly turned into fear. She began to cry, she begged him to stop, her voice quiet as she tries to get air through her closing wind pipe. Only when one of her tears reached his hands did he stop. But by then he was aroused. He began to kiss her, starting with her lips and moving down to her neck. Still tears ran down from her eyes and she was still filled with fear, she pulls away from him. Angered he slaps her and forces her onto the floor and proceeds to rape her. She considered leaving him, but she didn’t. She went away and stayed with her mother for two weeks. While she was staying with her mother, they spoke about the incident. Her mother was very old fashioned and insisted that a husband cannot rape his wife and it was her duty to provide for him, whatever his desires. And she was convinced by her mother’s view over those two weeks. On her return they attempted to make love, her way to try to make up for her absence. But he couldn’t, he just wasn’t excited. So his wife took his hands, closed her eyes and put his hands on her throat. He began to apply pressure and found himself aroused. He entered his wife and continued to apply pressure. He pounded away hard and fast. His wife did not enjoy it and was still frightened. He found that he didn’t care as long as he enjoyed himself. Not long after, only days after her return they argued and he soon found his hands around her throat. He watched excited as her eyes bulged and the colour of her faced changed. As the last breath left her he lowered her down and took advantage of her still warm corpse.
Now he is with his latest victim, his second, or was is it his third since his wife? He couldn’t remember. He didn’t care. He lays her down and takes his pleasure.
 
* * *
 
DCI Peters stands leaning against the guard rail on the Brochmoor Bay promenade gazing out to see. DS Jones stands expectantly behind him. All day they had been working on a missing persons case that had just come in, a woman had reported her nineteen year old daughter missing. Charley had taken all the details and they organised search parties around the area she had last been seen and making house to house enquiries, but to no avail. As darkness fell Peters had driven them down to the promenade. "Why do they always come here Brian?" Peters begins, "Serial killers are supposed to be rare, maybe one or two in a decade in the whole world. I don't think we are going to find this girl alive Brian, I think we got another one!" he pauses, fishes out a cigarette out of his coat pocket and his lighter out of his pocket and lights the cigarette, takes a deep draw on it, exhales then continues, "People come here every day to watch the sea roll away and to wash in the turds. Just over three years and we've had three serial killers in Brochmoor. I used to think that television stuff used to be rubbish, the idea of one small town having murders in it every few months. It was ludicrous. But it’s happening here."
"Yes sir." is all Jones can find in reply.
"I'm not sure I can face another grieving mother. Of course there is also the good coppers we've lost. Simon Thompson shot, Jerry Mac practically certifiable and who do we have to thank for their demise?"
"I was in Hendon was Thomo, he was a really good copper, even if he did have trouble with mornings." Jones smiles as his reminisces.
"Yes Brian but Thompson would still be with us as would Mac if it wasn't for Travis Day. I've always said that Police work is for Police and fucking civilians shouldn't be involved. Travis Day was working on the 'Ripper' case and led us to get the wrong man. But was it Mr Day who was chastised? No we just had to take the shit the fucking press threw at us. We were blamed and then when that bloke turned up ripping peoples’ throats out it is decided that the Criminal Psychologist has to be a public roll seen by all. And what happens?" Peters looks up to the sky and laughs, "Why it is practically fucking Freudian, the killer turns out to be Miss Briers' father and she tries to help him get away." Peters looks back out to sea, "If he didn't have the decency to give himself up we would have lost him. Then we get the ultimate and Travis Day comes back from the bloody nut house and turns out to be a killer himself." He turns half way round towards Jones, "I admit I didn’t see that one coming." Turns and gazes back out too sea and takes another draw on his cigarette. “The tide washes out and the turds wash in. I guarantee we will find this girl dead. Brace yourself Brian, ‘Once more into the breech’, he’s here, he’s in my town and I’m going to get the bastard!” He slaps the rail and turns to Jones, fire in his eyes, “The game is afoot!”
 
* * *
 
He stands at his vantage point on the pier. How convenient of the two Detectives to stand just where he had planted the microphone. He was getting to them, that was good, that excited him. Mmm time for a new girl.
 
* * *
 
Ivan Llewellyn Morgan Jones, known as Brian by all who knew him makes his way back to his flat he shares with his girlfriend. He didn’t mind being called Brian and as he didn’t like his name of Ivan he quite liked it and become attached to his new name. He no longer sported the image that had got him the name; he had his flowing locks cut down to a neat and tidy short back and sides. He had his haircut about eight months ago; about the same time he had moved into the new flat with his girlfriend, Ceri Brooke. He also at the same time shaves off his beard and now always remains clean shaven. When Brian first arrived at work after his makeover including his brand new tailor made double breasted suit, DCI Peters looked at him like a proud father, feeling that it was him who had this positive effect on the young Detective Sergeant.
 
Brian arrives at the simple flat he shares with Ceri. Its late, so he carefully unlocks the door as quietly as possible and enters the narrow hallway closes the door behind him. He enters the door on his right, the bathroom. After relieving himself and having a quick wash, he opens the next door on the right of the hallway, the airing cupboard. He retrieves the spare duvet and a pillow, passes the bedroom door on his left quietly and the final door in the right wall, the kitchen and enters the living room at the end of the hall. He sets up the pillow and duvet on the sofa before getting himself a quick drink of milk form the fridge in the kitchen. Returning to the living room he removes his clothes and places them over the back of one of the two chairs either side of their small dinning table. In his underpants and vest he climbs in under the duvet and prepares to spend another night on the sofa.
 
Brian is woken by the smells of cooking from the kitchen. He yawns, stretches and scratches as the door opens and 5’2”, 44/24/34, red haired, green eyed Ceri walks in wearing the white silk shift, she had obviously slept in and carrying to plates of cooked breakfast. “Morning Baby, come and get your breakfast, I’ll go and get the coffee.” She announces as she places the plates either end of the dinning table. Brian gets up onto his feet and stretches again before putting his clothes on and sitting down. Ceri returns with two steaming mugs of coffee and as she places Brian’s in front of him she kisses him on the cheek. Before taking her place at the other end of the table.
As they finish eating Brian gazes across the table at nineteen year old Ceri. The missing girl they were looking for is nineteen! Suddenly fear of loosing Ceri grips him. She looks up and sees the look on his face, “What’s wrong?” she asks.
“Oh Babe, I’m so scared, I don’t know if I should be telling you this but we are looking for a missing girl and she’s nineteen. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.” He puts his head in his hands, close to tears. Ceri stands up, moves over to him and hugs him. “You will never loose me. I know you will always protect me. I love you Brian.”
“I love you too.” Brian replies. They kiss which makes Brian feel a lot more comfortable. “It’s worse than that though,” He starts gazing into Ceri’s eyes.
“Why?” Ceri is genuinely worried, expecting Brian to tell her that the girl was already dead. “It’s Peters, he’s started quoting Sherlock Holmes.” They both laugh and relax again. “Brian?” Ceri says as their laughter comes to an end.
“Yes Babe.” Brian replies.
“I don’t suppose you have time before you have to go back to work to make up for you absence from our bed last night?” Brian smiles and makes a big show of looking at his wrist where his watch would be if he was wearing one. “Umm, well I think so.” Brian carries Ceri into the bedroom, both of them giggling like naughty teenagers.
 
Resplendent in his grey pin stripped suit and lilac shirt, Ceri’s favourite Brian arrives at the edge of the woods at the bottom of Marian Hill in Brochmoor Village, near the last place the girl was seen. He approaches the evergreen trees and sees a familiar uniformed constable approaching him. Despite the chilly morning six foot, slim, blonde Simmons holds his helmet in one hand as he wipes sweat from his forehead with the back of the other. He looks up and sees Brian. “How’s it going Simmons?” Brian asks as the constable reaches him.
“Sergeant Gibbons arrived and took over at just before six this morning. We’ve nearly finished, should be less than an hour for us to finish. No luck so far I’m afraid Brian.”
“Cheers Simons. Go down into the village and get yourself a cuppa from the café, you looked shattered.”
“That’ll be great, I owe you one Brian.” Just as Simmons is about to head off a shout goes up by one of the search party in the woods. Brian and Simmons glance briefly at each other and sprint towards the direction the call had come from.
 
Less than an hour later DI Peters in his brown pin strip three piece suit, and beige rain coat, while Brian stands next to him as they wait for the arrival of Doctor Everett Williams the local pathologist. “Damn Brian, I hate being right some times.” Peters announces looking down at the discarded body of the girl they had been looking for. The search is over, but it is the outcome everyone was dreading.
 
After his preliminary examination Doctor Williams announces his findings in his strong Welsh accent. “Well boyo, this is a nasty one no doubt about it. Death was caused by strangulation, but it doesn’t end there. I will have to do a full post mortem to be certain but I believe the killer had her, can’t be sure if it was before or after death. My guess would be after as there is very little sign of struggle.”
“Had her, Doctor?” Peter’s enquired.
“Had intercourse with her Inspector, gave a damn good seeing too. Pretty roughly too considering the bruising in that area.” Doctor Williams replies.
“Can we move her now Doctor?” Brian asks.
“Yes Brian get her down to the lab and I’ll get her on the slab and take a good look for you boys.” The Doctor replies as he leaves the scene.
 
Brian and Peters sit in their office as Peters reads through Doctor Williams report. “Right Brian. This guy likes to strangle them and then has sex with them any ideas?” Peters looks up from the buff file containing the Doctor’s report. Brian thinks for a moment before answering, “Them? We found one missing girl, what do you mean them?”
“We’re going to find more Brian, this girl wasn’t the first he done this too, I’m certain of it.”
“Oh. Well in that case maybe he gets off on it. Umm what do they call it?”
“Autoerotic asphyxia.”
“Yeah that’s it. Do you think anyone who has something like that has it registered with a psych?”
“Or a whore house? I think it’s unlikely but might be worth looking into it.”
“What about the girl’s parents?”
“I’ll go see them. You go visit the local whores.”
“Thanks.”
 
If there was one thing Brian hated more than anything was having to visit the local prostitutes. It was bad enough visiting grieving parents to tell them that they’re child had been found dead, but for Brian talking to whores was worse.
 
He decides to visit Brochmoor Hospital and talk to a psychiatrist. He is introduced to Doctor Betty Monroe, who he discovers looks more like a Hollywood movie star than a Doctor. He sits down opposite her after shaking her hand. She has a big curly buffoon of platinum blonde hair, sapphire blue eyes, porcelain skin and scarlet lipstick. She sits her perfect short skirted bottom on her chair smoothing down her stockings. She smiles sweetly, “What can I do you for Sergeant Jones?” Brian suddenly finds himself nervous talking to this Movie starlet considering the subject. He finds his mouth has dried up. “Well, umm, it’s an difficult subject.” Brian manages.
“Don’t worry Sergeant you wouldn’t believe what people tell me in here.”
Brian takes a deep breath. “I’m not sure how much I should really tell you but our missing persons case has just turned into a murder case.”
“Oh.” Betty’s smile drops from her face.
“Well it seems that the killer may be into Autoerotic Asphyxia and I was wondering if anyone like that would be registered or if by any chance you had a patient who was like that?”
“I wish I could help you Sergeant but generally speaking anyone who has that kind of interest doesn’t have to register it. Also if I did have a patient like that their information would be classified and I wouldn’t be able to tell you anything. I can tell you I have had no patients who have suggested that they have that kind of interest.”
 
Brian approaches the first of the addresses of know prostitutes when his mobile phone rings. He takes it and is surprised that the name on the screen says ‘Simmons’. He answers it, “Hey Simmons, what’s up?”
“Brian, do you know where the inspector is? I think the two of you better get back here. We’ve found another body in the woods.”
 
Brian arrives and he sees Peters’ maroon 1974 Rolls Royce Corniche and sees Doctor Williams disembarking from his Volvo Estate. He approaches the Doctor. “Hey Doc, looks like we’re keeping you busy.” There is no humour in Brian’s tone of voice. Doctor Williams hands him his case. “So it seems boyo, take this for me.” He closes and locks his car door. “Lets go Brian.”
 
The Doctor finishes his examinations and stands up. “This is definitely the same killer. Everything is the same. I’d say this poor girl has been here for about four or five days. Strangulation and sex just like the other one. This boy has a taste for it now. If you don’t get him soon my lab is going to start getting crowded.”
“Sorry to inconvenience you with our incompetence Doctor.” Peters replies angrily.
“No problem boyo. Just get this one down to my lab. I expect I will have my report on your desk in a few hours. Or you could just photocopy the last one, most likely going to be the same. See you tomorrow.” The Doctor says as he leaves.
“Taffy asshole!” Peters says before turning to Brian, “No offence, Brian.”
“None taken sir. What do you suggest next?”
“You should know the answer to that Brian.”
“Back to the whores sir?”
“Back to the whores indeed Brian. I’ll come with you.”
As Brian and Peters leave the last prostitutes house, Peters explodes, “Well that’s it, not one of the whores will admit to having a client who gets off by strangling them. We need to get back to the office start looking into all the girls that have gone missing between the ages of say seventeen and twenty five and start mapping the disappearances.” Brian sighs and takes his mobile phone from his pocket as they head for the car. “Yes sir.” He quickly sends a text to Ceri to let her know he will be working late again. A few minutes later in the car he gets a reply text message, ‘Ok Baby, I will keep it warm for you. Love You xxxxx’. Brian smiles before he sighs again.
 
Brian yawns and looks up to the clock, four am! He looks back to Peters where he is pacing up and down in front of a map of Brochmoor covered in pins indicating location of girls who had gone missing during the last month.
“Damn. We’ve got to narrow it down Brian!”
“Well sir, the two victims we have found so far have been nineteen and twenty. Now the Doc said that the second girl we found had been there for about four or five days. So maybe we can take it down to say girls aged between eighteen and twenty one. Also both girls lived in Brochmoor Village, they weren’t from the town. So we just leave the ones from the village.”
Peters makes the necessary changes. Only five remain. Brian looks at the files for the five girls. He notices something strange. “Wait a minute one of these has a typo on it. It say age twenty one but her if date of birth is right then she was thirty five at the time of her disaperance.” Peters continues to stare at the map. Brian picks up the phone. “Charley? Yeah it’s Brian. Can you check the computer records for me. Yeah can you check on a Mrs Joyce Fielding for me, twenty two Kings Road, Brochmoor Village. Yeah there seems to be some discrepancy between her age and her date of birth. Ok.” He hangs up. Brian looks again at the other four files until the phone rings, he picks it up. “Yes Charley, what have you got for me?...Definitely thirty five? Ok, cheers Charley. Yes goodnight Charley. Thanks for hanging around, see you tomorrow, or atleast later today!” He closes the file on Joyce Fielding and adds it to the discard file. He looks up to see Peters taking the corresponding pin out of the map. “Ok Brian we’ve narrowed it down to just four victims. Get yourself home, get some sleep then we will start some door to door enquiries in the streets in this area.” He says indicating an area on the map. Brian gratefully leaves and goes home.
 
* * *
 
Sitting out of sight in the unlit bus stop opposite the Brochmoor Central Police station he watches as the young Detective Sergeant leaves the building. He looks tired. Good that will make it easier to continue to avoid capture. He looks down at the dead girl next to him. He had already taken his pleasure of this one. She had been his favourite so far, so young, just sixteen. Also he had never had a Chinese girl before. This should cause a few problems for the Police trying to work out a pattern especially as he had also decided to leave her body right here. Just across the road from the Police station. The audacity of his plan excited him. He stands up and begins to make his way back home.
 
* * *
 
Confusion for the Police was only just to begin. One of the cleaning ladies arriving by bus at the Police station at just after half five discovers the body of the Chinese girl. Having barely got home Peters is called back in.
 
As Brian arrives a little after eleven he finds the tired Peter in his office on the phone. “Yes sir, of course sir, I will get onto it straight away sir. Yes sir, goodbye sir.” Peters slams the phone down. “Brian, get ready for our public crucifixion that was the Chief Super, he has decided its time for a press conference. I think we are going to need an extra pair of hands. Have a word with Gary Jeffries next door.”
 
Brian knocks on the door and enters the office of the dark giant DCI Garfield Jeffries. Jeffries looks up, “Brian, what can I do for you?”
“Sir DCI Peters asked me to ask you if you were free to assist us on our case?”
“What’s the situation Brian?”
Brian fills Jeffries in on the details.
Jeffries looks thoughtful for a moment before looking up at Brian again. “Right Brian tell Peters to get on to sorting out the press conference. I’m going to head up to the woods where the search is ongoing, you meet me there.”
“Yes sir.” Brian heads back to Peters. Quietly Brian is excited at the opportunity to work with Jeffries.
 
Brian arrives back at the woods, a place that was becoming all too familiar. He sees Jeffries talking to Doctor Williams. Jeffries looks round to Brian, “Brian, as you can see Doctor Williams is here, which means we have found number three. It seems pretty certain that we are finished here. He’s moved on. The Chinese girl found opposite the Police station proves that he has got bolder. It’s only amount of time until he makes a mistake. We should have him soon Brian. In the meantime come with me I want to see the burial sites see if there are any clues there.”
 
* * *
 
He sits in the library reading the local newspaper. He was front page news. The Oriental girl was a good move, it had caused the confusion he had hoped for but had created an unexpected reaction. A new player had entered the game, the big black guy, Jeffries. For some reason something about him made him nervous. He had to find some other way to disrupt the Police investigation. They had been in the woods for days surely they found the girls he had buried there by now. He scans the newspaper story for some clues. He looks at the names of the investigating officers, DCI Peters and DS Jones. Mmm, interesting. He moves over to one the internet computers in the library. He logs onto the Brochmoor Police website. Part of their public image was to post pictures and details of Policemen and women at the station. It doesn’t take him long to find a certain DS ‘Brian’ Jones.
 
* * *
 
The end of another long day, but atleast Brian can get home tonight at a reasonable time. As he gets to the front door of his flat he finds the front door open. He pushes the front door open and looks inside. The first thing he notices are the splinters of wood, the remains of the bedroom door. He slowly makes his way in. He looks through the remains of the bedroom door, the room beyond is a mess. The bedding has been stripped and has been dumped on the floor as has all his and Ceri’s clothes. But no sign of Ceri. He franticly searches the flat room by room but still nothing. He takes out his phone and calls Jeffries.
 
Brian sits quietly on the sofa as Jeffries walks in. “Well Brian I have some good news and some bad news.”
“What?”
“Well the bad news is your flat is a bloody mess. The good news is Ceri wasn’t here, she’s at her Mothers.”
Tears of relief flood from Brian. “Thanks.” He manages.
“Come on Brian, we’ve got worked to do. A hotel has been arranged for you and the lovely Ceri. Now you and I need to get back to the station and do some work while the lab boys check out this place.”
 
* * *
 
He was angry. His plan didn’t work the good Detective Sergeant’s partner was not at home. The audacity of the bitch not have the decency to be there when he wanted her! After he had his rant in their flat atleast there would be no question about the fact that he had been there. But he still wants a girl, he will have to find someone else. He sees a girl walking along the road, she’s in a uniform, obviously a school girl who was making her way. He decides that she will have to do. He grabs her and forces her into the bushes. He has his hands round her throat and had her face down on the ground. He had never taken a girl from behind before. As soon as she stops struggling he lifts up her skirt. A thong, how exciting, he removes it. He removes his engorged penis from his trousers and lifts the girl gently to gain access to her sweet, tight little pussy. He doesn’t notice the moan that emanates from the girl’s mouth. He pounds away ignoring the tearing of her pussy until he cums deep inside her. As he pulls his zip up he hears someone. He straightens up climbs out of the bushes and runs for home.
 
* * *
 
Brian and Jeffries walks into the Police station and Charley the desk Sergeant calls them, “You two have a visitor in your office. I really don’t think you are going to be happy Inspector.”
“Thanks Charley.” Jeffries replies.
 
As they reach Jeffries’ office they see a tall, slim dark haired man in an immaculate blue suit. He is sitting in Jeffries’ chair with his feet up on the desk. Jeffries walks in, “Get the bloody hell out of my chair!” He bellows. The man looks up and in an Italian accent says, “Ah you must be Inspector Jeffries, yes?”
“I must be and you are still in my bloody chair!” Jeffries strides purposefully towards him. He stands and offer his hand to Jeffries. “I am very pleased to be meeting you Inspector.” Jeffries pushes him out of the way and take his seat. Brian steps into the office and closes the door. The Italian looks towards him. “And you are Sergeant Thompson, yes?”
“No,” Brian replies, “Sergeant Jones. Sergeant Thompson died three years ago.”
“Now who the fuck are you and what the fuck do you want?” Jeffries demands.
“Well, umm.” The Italian starts, stunned by Jeffries’ abruptness. “My name is Inspector Romani of the Naples Police. We have been hunting a man who we believe escaped to Britain. He likes to strangle girls then he fucks them. We believe this man you are hunting is the same man we are looking for.”
Jeffries stares at him for a moment. “Inspector Romani?” The Italian nods. “Well, the guy we are after is local. I can guarantee the guy we are after is not the fucking wop that you are looking for. Now go crawl back under whatever rock you crawled out from under and when we’ve got our man we will let you know and you can fuck off back to Italy. Ok?”
Inspector Romani opens and closes his mouth a few times. He swallows hard and blinks a few times before saying quietly, “I’m staying at the Edelweiss Hotel.” Before leaving.
“Right Brian, start on the paper work I’ve got to see the Chief Super.”
 
Brian sits in Jeffries office getting the necessary paperwork up to date. He would be in his normal office, but it was locked and no one seemed to know where DCI Peters was. He had held the press conference the previous afternoon. Apparently it had not gone well. Peters’ was right, he got crucified, mainly by Sol Samuels, an apparent freelance who seemed to have worse timing possible. He worked all over the country for various newspapers but always seemed to end up back in Brochmoor working for the Chronicle just when the Police could do without his kind stirring the shit. But each time ‘The Jackal’ as he had become known, would be there. Brian completes yet another piece of paperwork and starts on the next. It seemed to be the job of Sergeants, paperwork, while the Inspectors do the real police work. “Still hard at it Brian?”
Brain is startled by Jeffries voice. He looks up and sees Jeffries standing in the door way.
“You ok Brian?” Jeffries asks.
Brian notices a softness in Jeffries voice he had heard from others was impossible. “Yes thanks sir. Still a bit nervous about Ceri.”
“No worries there lad she’s at the hotel. I think you are in for a good night at the tax payers’ expense.” Brian blushes, “In the meantime Brian come with me.”
 
Brian sits at a table in one of the local pubs, The Mountain View. He watches as Jeffries gets some drinks at the bar. “And a shot of your best Jamaican rum.” Jeffries orders.
“We’ve got Captain Morgan’s?” The barman suggests,
“That’ll do.” Jeffries replies. He pays the barman, downs the shot of rum and then takes the two pints of Courage Best Bitter to the table where Brian waits.
“Here you go Brian, get this down you.”
“Thank you sir. I thought the way you said ‘Come with me’ it was going to be work related. Not that I’m complaining.”
“Brian, we are in a pub, don’t call me sir when we are in the pub. Secondly I thought you could do with a drink. You’ve had something of a shock and I thought you would like a break from the paperwork before we continue.”
“Thanks, sir – I mean Gary.”
 
Brian and Jeffries walk down a corridor in Brochmoor Hospital. “It seems that he wanted to disrupt our investigation by showing how vulnerable one of the investigating officers are to him.” Jeffries explains, “But because your Ceri was at her Mums, he got angry. After he tore your place apart he found himself another victim.” Jeffries stops and turns to the entrance of a ward. “That girl in the second bed on the right Brian, with the weeping parents. She’s just fifteen, she had been at her friends before making her way home. He strangled her, pushed her face down in the bushes and raped her. It must have because she was facedown that he didn’t realise that he hadn’t killed her. Also being rushed an angry, he didn’t use a condom and left a sample. As he ran from the scene a neighbour of the girl saw the figure emerging from the bushes and running from the scene and found the poor girl in the bushes.”
“We’re not going to go in there and question her are we sir?”
“No, Brian. I thought it was important for us to see her. We are in fact here to go down to the lab and get a result from the tests on the sample the bastard left in the poor girl.”
 
Brian follows Jeffries as he marches through the hospital. He bursts into the lab and before anyone can protest he makes his demands. “Right who’s got the test results to tell me who the bastard was who raped that poor girl.” All the lab technicians stand stunned into silence except one tall coloured female at the far end of the lab who stands up quite calmly. “Over here Inspector.” She calls. Brian and Jeffries make their way to her past the startled technicians. The technician stands up and introduces herself to Brian. “Hello I’m Mary.”
Brian takes her hand and shakes it. “Pleased to meet you, I’m Sergeant Brian Jones.”
“Please to meet you Brian.” She retakes her seat. “Now then. You are lucky that we have had a few problems with our administrative department. For the last couple of years we have been trying to get some of our old paper based filling system computerised. This has been achieved mainly by having temporary Administrative staff who come in for a few months and spend their days gathering dusty files from the basement and transferring the information onto a computer system. The main reason for this was Donor information for the national database. Now some of these temp staff were a little over eager to please. According to Data Protection we are supposed to purge anything from the system that’s anything older than about six years old or something. Well we haven’t got round to that yet and lucky for you. Because we may have found a match.”
“Well? Get on with it!” Jeffries commands getting increasingly frustrated.
“Keep your shirt on Gary.” Brian is a little stunned himself at the revelation that this technician knew Jeffries. “Now you have to understand that we are not supposed to have this information and technically are in breach of Data Protection by still having it.”
Jeffries closes his eyes, “We will over look it this time Mary, just tell me before I beat it out of you.”
Mary smiles, coughs slightly, deliberately delaying. “Ok Gary. Well it turns out that some fourteen years ago a woman was here in the hospital with some kind of kidney problem. Well she needed a transplant, so her son took the tests, unfortunately it turned out he wasn’t a match. But he signed all the necessary paperwork so that the hospital could keep his details on file in case he could be a donor for some one else. The woman’s name was Mrs. Fielding, we haven’t got his name, but obviously his surname is Fielding.” She hands Jeffries a piece of paper. Jeffries takes it and starts to make his way out of the lab, he stops at the door and turns back, “Thanks Sis.”
Mary smiles and nods, “Anytime Bro.”
 
As they make their way back out of the hospital Brian can’t stop himself smiling. He actually feels quite honoured to have met Jeffries’ sister. But then suddenly something hits him. He stops, Jeffries turns to him noticing the odd expression on Brian’s face. “What is it Brian?”
“Oh my god, Fielding. He started with his wife.” Brian looks wide eyed.
Jeffries looks puzzled, “What are you on about Brian?”
Brian looks up into Jeffries’ eyes and smiles, “Let’s get back to the office, have I got something to show you.”
 
As Brian sorts through files mumbling to himself, Jeffries stands with his arms crossed tapping one of his feet, his patience vanishing quickly. Finally Brian finds what he has been looking for. “Here.” He opens the file, “When DCI Peters and I were doing that map I noticed that there was a discrepancy between the age and date of birth in this file, so I had Charley check it. The date of birth was right, the age was a typo. We discarded it because she isn’t in the age gap we were looking for. Her name is Mrs Joyce Fielding, the missing persons report was called in by her Mother. It’s the guy’s wife, he killed her first.” He hands the file to Jeffries, who looks through it. “Another good thing sir is that we’ve got his address.”
Jeffries smiles, “Well done, Brian, damn good work.”
 
* * *
 
Things were beginning to fall apart for him. He could feel the noose tightening, the Police would catch him. But he had one ace left.
 
* * *
 
After being unable to get hold of DCI Peters, Brian and Jeffries approach the Fielding residence. They can see no lights on. Jeffries tries the front door and finds it unlocked. So he doesn’t bother knocking and goes in, Brian follows. In the dark hallway there are a door left side, a stair case on the right wall and a passage way past the stairs leading to another door. Jeffries points towards the first door. Brian quietly makes his way over, puts his hand on the door knob and opens the door. Inside is the living room. It’s very simple, a sofa, an armchair, a small coffee table and a television, but no one home. Brian pulls the door to quietly, turns to Jeffries and shakes his head. Jeffries continues down the passage. Just before reaching the door at the end he notices a small door to his right, obviously leading to a cupboard under the stairs. He points it out to Brian before opening the door at the end of the passage. He looks about the kitchen beyond, again no one. He turns to Brian and looks quizzical, he points upstairs then to door to the under stair cupboard. Brain shrugs and nods towards the door. Jeffries silently lifts the latch and pulls open the door. Behind the door instead of a cupboard is a flight of stairs leading down. Brian and Jeffries look at each other and then look towards the stairs. Jeffries gestures towards the open doorway, Brian steps into the gloom. He quietly descends the stairs feeling Jeffries close behind him. About half way down he can see another door and he can see light round the edge of the door. He stops and looks back at Jeffries, he had obviously seen the same thing and simply nods. Brian continues to the door. He listens at the door. He can hear a muffled whimpering which he is certain is male. He looks back at Jeffries who pulls a revolver out from inside his coat. Brian takes hold of the door handle and looks back again at Jeffries who nod again. Brian throws the door wide and they both rush in. Fielding stands on a wooden crate with a noose around his neck, next to him tied to a chair and gagged is Peters. “Ah I have been expecting you.” Fielding says, “Inspector Jeffries and Sergeant Jones I presume. You both know my guest. Mr Peters didn’t so to well with the press. When he left he went to the pub and got very drunk, didn’t you Mr Peters. On his way home he received a blow to the head and when he woke he found himself here.”
Jeffries takes a step forward. “Stop there Inspector. One more step from either of you and I knock this crate out from under me I hang and get off on it and at the same time the rope pulls a bolt of the trap door under Mr Peters’ chair. And he drops through.”
“Through into a hole underneath that we just pull him out of? Are you stupid? And what’s stopping me from stopping me from just shooting you?” Jeffries enquirers.
“The pit is full of acid and if you shoot me the blast will knock me back, which will still knock the crate over and I will still hang. The pin still gets pulled and Mr Peters still gets fried.”
“So what’s stopping me from just shooting the rope?” Jeffries suggests. Peters starts to mumble complaints. Brian finds himself saying something he wouldn’t normally say, “Oh shut up Peters, can’t you see he’s trying to save your life. You bloody idiot.” Peters looks shocked.
“Thank you Brian.” Says Jeffries.
“Ha, you could never hit the rope!” Fielding mocks.
Jeffries aims a bit higher and fires. The bullet hits the rope, the rope frays instantly and Fielding hits the floor. He picks himself, “Bollocks!”
Brian steps over to him. “Bollocks indeed, you sick fuck!” and punches him square on the jaw.
 
Brian sits down at the table in the Mountain View with two pints of Courage. Jeffries takes his, “Cheers Brian.”
“I am honoured to have had the chance to work with you Gary. I always wondered what it would be like.”
“We make a good team.”
“Also I must say that was one hell of a shot.”
“Well I admit I was pretty certain he was bluffing about the trap door and I was tempted just to shoot him in the head. But the paperwork is a bitch and considering our past record on shooting suspects. Well I just imagined the smug look on the Sol Samuels’ fucking face and it put me off the idea.”
“Hope we get to continue to work together. Which is likely as I hear Peters has put in a transfer request.”
Jeffries looks around. “Brian?”
“Yes Gary.”
“There is something that has been puzzling me.”
“What’s that Gray?”
“Why the is this place called The Mountain View? There’s no mountains any where near here!”
 


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