Now Saturday came and went for Norman uneventfully, he opened up his shop, went on a few calls, trained Lillian how to grind out a set of keys on the machine etc... Business was brisk with customers, helping to keep Norman's troubled mind distracted. The evening was almost over, there had been no news or word of Teddy's death as of yet, for his body still lie decomposing on the cold tile floor of his family home. The rotting corpse would not be discovered until the following morning when Teddy's ex-girlfriend came 'round to speak to him, as he would not answer her calls since they returned back to England five days ago. She was very worried, so in her concern she drove up from her flat in London to see him. However, when she drove up she saw the front gate open and Teddy's Maserati parked under the portico and the great house seemed deserted.
She knocked on the door, no answer, all quite and still within the grand house on this muggy, overcast summer Sunday morning. "Teddy?" she called out knocking louder and louder on the old, oaken door. Convincing herself perhaps he was out back, or in the shower, she turned the door handle and as the great door creaked open, the smell of death, and rotting flesh filled her nostrils and she began to gag and vomit all over the carpet when she saw her ex-boyfriend Teddy dead on the floor.
Screaming. Crying. Terror. Tears. A switch went off in her head, and soon thereafter the initial horror, she dialed 999 to summon the police who arrived about fifteen minutes later. Now when the constables found the tragic scene of blatant murder and robbery, they called down to London to C.I.D. Scotland Yard. Within the hour Chief Inspector Detective R. Fowler arrived with five of his officers to assess the situation and investigate the new crime scene. The hysterical young woman, their first witness, whom had found the murder victim, was able to give her account, along with the telephone number of the hotel on St.Bart's where the dead lad's family were on holiday.
"Good afternoon Inspector." the local constable welcomed the Inspector to the crime scene.
"Good afternoon." the Inspector replied "But enough with these pleasantries. I trust nothing has been touched?"
"No sir!" came the old local police officer's reply then he stammered and said "All except this." the old man held up a blue latex surgical glove on the end of a pencil. "It's turned inside out, they dropped it beside the body. I reckon your boys down at the laboratory can get some latent prints off it, I reckon."
"Seargent!" Inspector Fowler shouted to one of his men as they milled about taking photographs of the body and the house. "Secure that item carefully!" one of his officers complied gingerly setting it in a small brown paper evidence bag. The inspector surveyed the grisly scene, the horrid stench of murder most foul filled the warm house; which had been stripped of most everything but the furniture. "Right then." he sighed gazing down at the bloated corpse, head beaten in, blood and brains congealed on the floor, the face of the once handsome young man bashed in. Another life lost to the madness of a criminal mind, Fowler thought. He instructed one of his officer's to escort the young lady back to headquarters in London to get her statement, while the Chief Inspector made the sad phone call to the boy's mother and father.
"Mr. McDowell, Mr. Ronald McDowell of St.Alban's England?"
"Yes?" came a confused reply over the other end of the line.
"Mr.McDowell, My name is Raymond Fowler, Chief Inspector Detective Fowler, from Scotland Yard." he said calmly.
"What on Earth has happened Chief Inspector?" the voice on the other end of the line sounding gravely concerned.
"It would appear your home has been burgled.., and your son has been found, murdered." a long pause as the information seeped into the distressed father's brain. "I regret to inform you, young Theodore's remains were discovered only this morning, He has been deceased for sometime. Teddy's body has been positively identified by his former girlfriend, whom found your son earlier today." another pause, disbelief, anguish, anger, terror in the voice on the other end of the line. "I do extend my condolences on behalf of the entire Criminal Law Enforcement Department. We need you and your family to return to England, at once. Perhaps you, or one of your family members, might have some information that might lead us to the answers which could help us solve this case, and perhaps help us catch our killer and thief."
She knocked on the door, no answer, all quite and still within the grand house on this muggy, overcast summer Sunday morning. "Teddy?" she called out knocking louder and louder on the old, oaken door. Convincing herself perhaps he was out back, or in the shower, she turned the door handle and as the great door creaked open, the smell of death, and rotting flesh filled her nostrils and she began to gag and vomit all over the carpet when she saw her ex-boyfriend Teddy dead on the floor.
Screaming. Crying. Terror. Tears. A switch went off in her head, and soon thereafter the initial horror, she dialed 999 to summon the police who arrived about fifteen minutes later. Now when the constables found the tragic scene of blatant murder and robbery, they called down to London to C.I.D. Scotland Yard. Within the hour Chief Inspector Detective R. Fowler arrived with five of his officers to assess the situation and investigate the new crime scene. The hysterical young woman, their first witness, whom had found the murder victim, was able to give her account, along with the telephone number of the hotel on St.Bart's where the dead lad's family were on holiday.
"Good afternoon Inspector." the local constable welcomed the Inspector to the crime scene.
"Good afternoon." the Inspector replied "But enough with these pleasantries. I trust nothing has been touched?"
"No sir!" came the old local police officer's reply then he stammered and said "All except this." the old man held up a blue latex surgical glove on the end of a pencil. "It's turned inside out, they dropped it beside the body. I reckon your boys down at the laboratory can get some latent prints off it, I reckon."
"Seargent!" Inspector Fowler shouted to one of his men as they milled about taking photographs of the body and the house. "Secure that item carefully!" one of his officers complied gingerly setting it in a small brown paper evidence bag. The inspector surveyed the grisly scene, the horrid stench of murder most foul filled the warm house; which had been stripped of most everything but the furniture. "Right then." he sighed gazing down at the bloated corpse, head beaten in, blood and brains congealed on the floor, the face of the once handsome young man bashed in. Another life lost to the madness of a criminal mind, Fowler thought. He instructed one of his officer's to escort the young lady back to headquarters in London to get her statement, while the Chief Inspector made the sad phone call to the boy's mother and father.
"Mr. McDowell, Mr. Ronald McDowell of St.Alban's England?"
"Yes?" came a confused reply over the other end of the line.
"Mr.McDowell, My name is Raymond Fowler, Chief Inspector Detective Fowler, from Scotland Yard." he said calmly.
"What on Earth has happened Chief Inspector?" the voice on the other end of the line sounding gravely concerned.
"It would appear your home has been burgled.., and your son has been found, murdered." a long pause as the information seeped into the distressed father's brain. "I regret to inform you, young Theodore's remains were discovered only this morning, He has been deceased for sometime. Teddy's body has been positively identified by his former girlfriend, whom found your son earlier today." another pause, disbelief, anguish, anger, terror in the voice on the other end of the line. "I do extend my condolences on behalf of the entire Criminal Law Enforcement Department. We need you and your family to return to England, at once. Perhaps you, or one of your family members, might have some information that might lead us to the answers which could help us solve this case, and perhaps help us catch our killer and thief."
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