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| Venus Fly Trap-The End? | |
| By BrianRobertNeal | ||||||||||||||
| 30 July 2006 | ||||||||||||||
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This is the end of the begining or the beginning of the end. New readers see earlier VFTs. The next morning, I went in to see the ACC. I was waiting for her in her office. I politely said “I need to speak to you in complete privacy ma’am for I feel that just in case things got a bit sticky I should know the facts and be a jump ahead of the game. I should like to ask you a few questions.” She sat down at her desk and motioned for me to sit down. I started my interrogation; “Did you know any of the deceased?” “I knew three of them.” “Did you know any of them intimately?” “Two of them.” “How did you meet them?” “They propositioned me outside my house, I live at Number 27 Compton Road,” “Was there other than a purely sexual attachment to any of them?” “The little dark one and I were lovers.” “When did you last see her” “Friday 3rd August at about 5pm” “Tell me more” “She was very excited a group of them were going to entrap a man and then give him a beating.” “Were they a Venus Fly Trap Group” “Yes,” “How many women were there connected with 31 Compton Road” “There were six, one of whom was not amongst the victims.” “Who was that then?” “I don’t know her name; she was some sort of Female Rights Barrister.” “Weren’t you surprised when your little friends just disappeared?” “No they often disappeared for months on end” “So that could have been the night of the murder then, it would tie up with the Pathologist’s report, which says that the women had been dead for between 10-12 weeks. The ACC’s nerve suddenly broke “You are a cold bloodied murdering bastard Lane, and I can’t do anything about it. I took the hard drive. I only live 2 doors away and have a back door key. When I replayed the records, I watched you and an accomplice murder those women and I could do nothing. How could I explain why I’d got the damn thing? It took me weeks to find the right software to access those files. I would have been asked why I’d been in the house, not noticed the bodies but had taken the hard drive. I butted in “That’s because ma’am you were in on the murder with me and the super. I think we need to go to 27 Compton Road and I’ll do some file cleaning for you: after you ma’am.” We made our separate ways to the ACC’s house; I parked down the road, and saw a Police Car discretely hidden in a Mews. The ACC was stood in the doorway of No27, I joined her and we entered the house. We went straight up to the Garrett and into a little room that was set out like an office. There was a sophisticated computer based video display system. The ACC drew a silenced gun on me. “Sit down Lane, I killed that old man that you made such a fuss about, would you like to see it?” I sat down, she continued, “I’ve watched it time and time again, it will be the last thing that you’ll see” She then ordered me to boot up the computer giving the start up code and a series of passwords. I booted the computer up and finally accessed the CCTV’s Video Folder. At that moment the Super and Clare grabbed, disarmed and then held the ACC on the floor. They seem to have come out of nowhere. I told them to hold the cow down till I'd seen to the Video Files. It must have been their car I'd seen parked in the Mews. I reviewed the files; there were several videos showing different victims; I wiped the one that showed the Barrister and me, and the one that showed the super and me. I renumbered them so there was no tell tale gaps. I stood the ACC up and formally charged her with the murder of the old man and the five women. I gave her the option of suicide. I asked her to imagine what her fellow prisoners would do when they found out about the young girls she’d abused. It would be bad enough being a Senior Police Officer. She took the option. I removed the silencer, put the muzzle of the gun in her mouth and put her hands on the trigger. The shot blew half her head off. My Boss then phoned the Chief Constable using his private line, I heard her call him Jim and then say if when he got here he felt that his visit was unjustified, she’d resign and become a Nun. Whatever he’d said had caused her to burst out laughing. About an hour later the Chief Constable arrived dressed in Civvies like the rest of us. Everybody looked at me so I explained. “The ACC had been the head of a violent Lesbian gang who abused men, women and young girls. We had video evidence showing the ACC shooting a man who had subsequently died of his wounds and of her abusing young girls. I had been to see the ACC and told her of my suspicions. You know, friends in high places, perhaps a Senior Female Police Officer, that sort of thing. As I’d hoped she had gone to her house to destroy the evidence. When she’d arrived, we arrested her for the murder of the man and the women. We’d thought it better that she be arrested here than at HQ. She’d panicked, pulled out a concealed gun and then shot herself. I tried to stop her and that’s why I’ve got blood on my clothes. However what I suggest Sir is the following, we’ll announce that there has been another murder. The Psychopath has struck again. In connection with the murder of the ACC and others we are looking for an Anne Price. She’s aged about 35 and a practising Barrister. We’ll circulate her photograph. I’m sorry to have to say sir that we have a video seemingly showing her being murdered, but god only knows where her body is. I feel there is little point in looking for it. So she might as well be the Psychopath. We’ll alert Interpol, and do a Ports and Airports etc. We’ll say that Anne Price had posed as an informant who would only see the ACC and in complete privacy. She would speak to no other Police Officer, as she would only trust a woman. The ACC was then shot in her own home. The ACC would be given a full ceremonial burial as befits a public hero who gave her life trying to protect the public.” The Chief Constable agreed and said that we had handled a highly sensitive matter very well. The Public could not have handled a Psychopathic ACC. Well done all of you. He didn’t want to know any more details just tidy it all up and put it to rest. He left and drove off. We did as we were instructed. The funeral was very moving. The case was ultimately closed. Almost a year had passed since things had come to a conclusion in a manner that could not have been more advantageous. I was at home one night when I received a quite unexpected visitor. The doorbell rang. I opened the door and there was My Lady Barrister! “Can I come in?” To be continued.
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