Warren paused. Its early days, but something doesnt feel quite right. Our victim lived alone since his wife died three years ago yet we found no house or car keys on him. His niece, who reported him missing, went around to the house Sunday morning and found it locked. His car was still there, so the robbers didnt steal it. She went in to the house and said that nothing was obviously missing.
His mobile phone is also unaccounted for. His provider shows that the handset went dark at about twenty-thirty hours Thursday evening, although we dont have any other data from them yet. Either its been destroyed or the battery was removed. His niece says it wasnt worth stealing though. It was an old Nokia brick that hed owned for ever.
Detective Sergeant Hutchinson raised a hand at the back. Does that tie in with the time of death?
We dont know yet. The PM is scheduled for this afternoon. Theyll try and get an accurate time for us; at the moment were operating on a time frame of about forty-eight hours. What we do know is that nobody had seen him since about eleven p.m. Wednesday night when he left his localthe Merchants Arms. Apparently he was in the habit of taking his dog for a long walk most evenings, often up the common, then stopping in for a nightcap.
Regulars didnt think anything of it when he didnt come in for his evening pint on the Thursday, but when he didnt show on Friday or Saturday either, a couple called his mobile but were diverted straight to voicemail. One of them bumped into his niece Sunday morning and mentioned it, so she took the spare key she keeps for emergencies and went around to see if he was all right. There were pints of milk on the doorstep and Fridays newspapers stuck in the letter box. Thats when she started to worry and reported him missing.
Warren looked around the room. I want you to all keep an open mind. Dont just assume it was a random mugging gone wrongstart canvassing his friends, family, neighbours. Lets see if he had any unusual visitors or mentioned anything that was worrying him. Dig into his background and look at his lifestyle.
Meanwhile, lets see if we can scare up any witnesses. Its been a pleasant few days. There were bound to have been a few folks in and around the park in the hours before and after the murder. Did they see anyone or anything suspicious?
As the meeting broke up Warren crossed over to Tony Sutton, who made a sour face, before commenting.
It sounds as though your guts asking the same thing mine is. Why would someone kill a retired gardener in a public place, then conceal the body and try to make it look like a mugging gone wrong?
Chapter 3
The first twenty-four hours of any murder investigation are crucial. Assuming the clock had started the moment the couple found the body, over sixteen hours had elapsed. Add to that the time that the body lay concealed, and several days had probably passed. It was now almost nine oclock on a Monday morning and the world was awake and at work; Warren was hopeful that this would mean things would start moving faster. The killeror killershad a large head start on the team and they needed to start chipping away at that advantage.
A few preliminary interviews had been conducted the previous night as theyd tried to establish the victims identity, but now a team from headquarters in Welwyn Garden City had joined them and the interviewing could start in earnest. The landlord of the Merchants Arms had been shocked to hear of the death of one of his regulars and had furnished Tony Sutton with a comprehensive list of the locals who drank with Reggie, as he was known.
Whilst Sutton and DS Hutchinson organised interviews with the mans two dozen or so drinking partners, Warren and Detective Constable Karen Hardwick visited Reggie Williamsons grieving niece.
Tabitha Williamson was a young-looking thirty-something who lived alone in a small flat only a few hundred metres from Hardwicks own apartment. A teaching assistant at the local primary school, the door of her fridge-freezer was covered in crudely hand-painted artwork, most with some variation on Get Well Soon, Miss Williamson. Tabitha Williamsons pronounced limp and the crutches leaning against the kitchen table hinted at the cause of their concern. The diversity of spellings for Williamson brought a slight smile to Warrens lips as he and Hardwick waited patiently for Tabitha Williamson to finish fussing over the kettle and coffee pot.
Truth be told, the last thing Warren needed was more coffee and if her bloodshot eyes and shaking hands were anything to go by, Tabitha Williamson had consumed more than she should have as well. The old stereotype of the British, Whatever the crisis, boil the kettle, was based on solid, empirical evidence in Warrens experience.
Why dont you tell me about your relationship with Mr Williamson? started Warren gently, when the three were finally seated around the cramped table.
Please, call him Reggie. He hated formality of any sort; he was just a gardener he always said.
Of course. Tell us about Reggie.
He was my dads big brother. The two of them were best friends, although youd never have known they were related. She smiled sadly. I didnt get my red hair from my mothers side.
Anyway, Dad taught French at a secondary school in Cambridge, Mum used to be a special needs teacher at the same school, but Uncle Reggie always preferred to work outside and he used to be a landscape gardener until he retired a few years ago to look after Aunty Una, when she got too ill to care for herself.
He refused to let her go into a home and he ended up as her full-time carer until she passed away about three years ago.
Were you and Mrsorry, Reggie, close?
She nodded, her eyes filling with tears again. Uncle Reggie and Aunty Una never had kids of their own and I was an only child. She laughed quietly. I was so spoilt! Two sets of parents doing my every bidding!
Anyway, Mum and Dad died when I was at college. A car accident in France Her voice broke off and she took a fortifying gulp of coffee. Im sorry. She placed the mug down with a thump, her hands shaking.
Warren and Hardwick waited patiently until she regained control.
I guess Im lucky really. Nobody could ever replace Mum and Dad but Uncle Reggie and Aunty Una did their best. Anyway Uncle Reggie had a job with the council as their senior gardener and landscaper, but about six or seven years ago Aunty Una started getting forgetful. They tried to shrug it off at firstpeople always do, dont they?but pretty soon she was losing her keys, getting on the wrong bus and leaving the gas on.
One afternoon we got a call from the police, who said that she had been found distressed outside their old house, wanting to know why she could see strangers through the living room windows and why her keys wouldnt work in the front door. They hadnt lived there for nearly thirty years.
Anyway, pretty soon she wasnt really safe to leave on her ownshe had always been a fit woman who loved to go for long walks and you never knew where shed end upso he gave up full-time work for the council and took his pension early. He used to do a bit of handyman work and the odd gardening job when he could find someone to sit with her for a few hours, but in the end even that was too much.
I finally persuaded him to consider moving her into a care home and we were in the process of choosing one when she died suddenly in her sleep.
She drained her coffee and sighed deeply. It was a mercy I suppose. We were all very upset of course, but I think in the end we were mostly relieved.
That was three years ago. What did do Reggie afterwards? asked Karen Hardwick.
He went back to gardening. Aside from Aunty Una it was his true love. I was a bit worried at first about how hed cope, but he told me one day that hed been grieving the loss of his wife for years before she died and she wouldnt want to see him moping around. Anyway, he didnt go back to work full-timehe said he was too old for thatbut he has a few regulars in the local area and he does a couple of days most weeks.
He missed her terribly of course, but he was generally pretty happy. She turned to Warren and her tone became pleading. Why would anyone kill him? He was a lovely man. Nobody had a bad word for him.
We dont know yet. Thats what we hope to find out. He paused delicately. Do you have a list of his clients? What about friends and family who didnt drink with him down the Merchants Arms?
I dont know all of his clients, but he was pretty scrupulous about his accounts. I imagine he has a list somewhere. As to his friends, Im not really sure. Hes lived here pretty much all of his life and most of his friends are regulars at the pub. I suppose he may have kept in touch with people he worked with at the council, but when he was self-employed he worked alone.
What about family?
Nobody close. My dad was his only immediate family and like I said he didnt have any kids of his own. We have a few other aunts and uncles that we see at Christmas and New Year, but we dont really keep in touch. The tears were back. He was all I had.
The young woman put her head in her hands, mumbling apologies as her shoulders shook.
Warren glanced at Karen Hardwick, who got up and placed an arm around the distraught womans shoulders.
Do you have anyone we can call? A friend perhaps, a partner maybe?
She shook her head and laughed bitterly. No boyfriend if thats what youre asking. That boat sailed long ago and Uncle Reggie would never forgive me if I called him up. I dont even have a cat. She suddenly looked up. What about Smiths? Has anyone fed her?
Smiths?
Uncle Reggies Border collie. He always calls his dogs after his favourite pint at the time they were born. Unfortunately she was a bitch and he couldnt really call her John, could he?
Warren shifted uncomfortably. Clearly nobody had told her the full story of how her uncle had been found. Im very sorry, but Reggie was found with the body of a dog. It looks as though he was walking it when he was attacked.
Its funny how its sometimes the smaller things that are the trigger. Tabitha Williamson let out a low moan, before slumping forward. This time there were no apologies for her perceived weakness as the tears finally flowed freely, sobs shaking her slight frame.
It was several minutes before the young woman was able to regain control long enough to select the number of a girlfriend from her phones contacts and pass it over to Karen Hardwick to arrange for her to come over.
Whilst they waited, Warren boiled the kettle again. He didnt want to leave the young woman alone until he was certain that somebody else could take over. However, on the face of it, hand-holding wasnt really the best use of a senior detectives time. Fortunately, he still had more questions he wanted to ask.
Tell me about this boyfriend, he said once the coffee had started to perform its magic.
She snorted. Not one of my better decisions. I should have ended it long before I didGod knows Uncle Reggie didnt mince his words. She stared into space. What can I say? I was in loveor at least I thought I was. I know now, looking back on it, I was just afraid of being alone. She smiled tightly. Its a funny birthday thirtymakes you think about life and the future.
The speech was smooth, well-thought-out; no doubt the relationship had been dissected thoroughly in the past few months, probably in this very kitchen with the help of friends and wine.
So Reggie didnt like him? Why?
No big mystery. He was a bit of an arsehole. She shrugged. We met in a club in town about two years ago. It was lust at first sight as they say. She sighed. Dark hair, Spanish, looked great in a tight T-shirt. He even had the right sort of name: Mateo Menendezwhat can I say? She looked over at Karen Hardwick who smiled sympathetically.
Anyway, it was your classic whirlwind romance. Expensive meals, presents, weekends away; I thought Id really found the one. I guess I should have listened to Uncle Reggie.
He didnt approve?
She shook her head. No. It wasnt that he didnt want to see me happyquite the oppositebut he didnt trust him. Said he was too flashy. I just assumed that he was being over-protective.
What went wrong?
Uncle Reggie was right. He was too flashy. All style and no substanceor as Reggie put it in the end, all flash and no cash.
He took advantage? Warren could see where this was leading.
She nodded. After about six months, he said that the lease was up on his flat and so he moved in here. The funny thing was, although he was no longer paying rent on his own place he never really contributed here. When I brought it up, he offered to pay the bills, you know, gas, electricity, council tax and all of that. It was probably about equivalent to half the rent, so I agreed.
Everything seemed fine for about six months until one day the broadband stopped working. Mateo said hed deal with it, but a few weeks later it went off again. It was the school holidays and I was at home during the day whilst Mateo was out. I picked up the post. There was a red demand from TalkTalk and another from the electricity company.
I asked Mateo about it again and he said it was a bank error. She shook her head. I actually took him at his word; can you believe that?
He wasnt paying the bills?
Oh it was worse than that. When he did pay off a bill, he was using one of those payday loans companiesyou know those loan sharks that lend you money, no questions asked, then charge you thousands of per cent interest? Want to guess whose name was on the account? And of course I hadnt been making the minimum payments because I didnt know about it. When the bailiffs turned up I had to use pretty much my entire life savings to stop them repossessing the flat and everything in it.
Her grief had turned to a palpable anger. Its not just the money; its the stain on my record. My credit file is an absolute mess; nine months on and Im still writing letters every week trying to sort it all out.
Where is this Mateo now?
The bastard is back with the mother of his two kidstwo kids I knew nothing about. It turns out that when I thought he was out at work, he was around there playing happy families, trying to get back with her. Her voice quietened. I dont know if I should be angry with her or sorry for her. Im sure hes fleecing her just like he did me.
And Reggie knew about this?
Yes, he helped me move all of Mateos belongings out. In fact it was his idea to give all of the stuff to the bailiffs when they turned up. She smiled grimly. A small victory I suppose, but you take them where you can.