Chapter Three Flash Back
Guy arrived at the office and the police tape was still in place and a policeman was on duty forbidding anyone to go into the office. Protestations from Guy didn’t do anything to shift the policeman from doing his duty.
‘Look!’ said Guy, ‘I need to get some papers from Mr Steal’s office.’
‘Just hold on sir – I’ll see what I can do.’ The policeman lifted a small phone that was attached to his uniform by Velcro and spoke into it. There was a shushing noise and a disembodied voice at the other end said ‘I’ll find out – over and out.’ After an hour the same voice came back and announced that it would be okay, but to escort the gentleman in and out and make sure he doesn’t touch anything else.’
‘Right!’ said the policeman as he lifted the tape and Guy walked in followed by the constable. Guy knew what he was looking for. It was the tray marked “IN” – all the contents of the tray were to be cleared.
‘You got everything you wanted sir?’
‘Yes thank you constable.’
Guy entered his own office and leaving his door slightly ajar he hoped the policeman was going to move off. He had to go for a pee sometime. The constable just stared straight ahead and it looked if he was staring at Guy. Guy got up and shut his office door. He busied himself with the papers, stuffing some of them into his briefcase. The rest he shredded. Any implication of his involvement with the £45,640 was now a shredded pile of paper. Guy relaxed and switched on his computer. Two emails appeared on the screen almost simultaneously. One was from Sandra. “Looking forward to seeing you tonight.” Guy was wondering how she had managed to find his office email. He somehow thought he must have told her. Before answering he decided to look at the other one first. It was from Samantha, Sue’s sister. It read “looking forward to having your member thrusting inside me.” Guy blushed at Samantha’s blatant selection of words and he was shocked to receive an email from her as she was adamant at their last meeting that she was not interested and now it was too late as Guy had met Sandra and fallen in love. He thought the stupid bitch should be locked up, but knew he would have to visit Samantha first and get it over with.
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Robert Gregg collected a neighbour’s cat a few houses away before calling on Sandra on the pretext of returning her cat. Sandra opened the door expecting Guy. She was dressed in a see through negligee. Robert was first a man and the sight threw him off guard, and the cat was becoming awkward and scratched his hand rather badly. Robert walked past Sandra and entered her kitchen. The cat leapt out of Robert’s hands and drops of blood were spilling onto the kitchen floor. Robert said ‘I’ve returned your cat, I understood you had lost one. Sandra turned round and hastily put a coat round her shoulders and picked up the cat and said ‘I don’t own a cat, it must belong to one of the people along the road – look there’s an identity disc on his collar; if you had looked first at the collar you would have seen it wasn’t my address.’
Sandra put the cat outside and the animal scurried away up the road as fast as his legs could carry him.
Sandra looked at the man’s hand – there was so much blood.
She said ‘I’ll wash your hand and put some ointment on and cover it with a plaster.’ She reached up towards a wall cupboard and opened the door and the tube of ointment fell out of her grip onto the floor. She picked it up and forgot about the open cupboard door and cracked her head on it and went out like a light. Robert Gregg’s luck was in. It would have been easy to strangle Sandra there and then, but instead he had other plans that were whizzing around his head. He picked her up and took her up to her bedroom and laid her on top of the bed. Her head was bleeding badly and he went into the bathroom and bathed her cut with water and cotton wool. He found a bottle of Iodine and dabbed her head gently and she flinched as the Iodine found the cut. She was coming round. He got her a glass of water and she drank it down quickly. She swung her legs off the bed and sat forward and almost fell to the ground.
Robert ’s hands accidently caught her breasts and their softness was almost his undoing. He took her slippers and raincoat off and put her to bed. He went to her handbag and took out a key and made an impression with his box of tricks and replaced her key. He turned out the light and shut the bedroom door and quietly left the premises. He walked some way down the street and got into his car. The cat was sitting on the wall and snarled at him. He drove off. It wasn’t going to be Sandra who would have been the victim for Guy to mourn the loss of. Robert thought why should she be the one, she was an innocent person. He instinctively knew who the ideal person would be and he drove to where that person lived and waited outside for the right time.
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Guy called on Samantha. She opened the door and said, ‘About time lover boy – where have you been?’ She started to undo his tie and flung it over her shoulder and now his shirt buttons and threw his shirt away. His trousers came next. He felt the bulge in his pants begin to grow. Samantha said, ‘Undress me but do it slowly.’ Guy’s hands were shaking as he lifted her jumper up and over her head. Undid the waistband of her skirt and two side buttons and it fell to the ground. He stopped and looked at her and with only two pieces of clothing to undo, he just couldn’t do it. She took his pants off and undid her bra and told Guy to pull her knickers down which he did very slowly. She twined herself round Guy’s member and shuddered as he entered her. She was hot for his attention and she was not going to let Guy go. She untangled herself from him abruptly and said, ‘Let’s go to bed!’ Dragging Guy behind her she flung him on her bed and before he could do anything about it she had tied both his hands to the bed posts. She did things to him and rode him like a horse. She didn’t seem to tire and Guy was drained and beginning to feel rather jaded round the edges. Samantha heard a noise from downstairs. Guy was moaning and she said, ‘Shh!’ She went off downstairs – there was a spine-chilling scream and then silence.
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Inspector Wragg entered the house wondering what he would find. There was nothing amiss downstairs but he was doubly surprised to see a naked man all tied up in one of the bedrooms. There was no-one else in the house. It was a neighbour who had passed the house and seen that the front door was wide open. She reported this at a suburban police station and they passed it on to Scotland Yard.
‘Goodness me, I do seem to find the most bizarre scenes everywhere I go – you’re not dead or bloodied I suppose?’
‘No!’ said Guy.
‘Oh that’s good, the pathologist can’t stand the sight of blood!’
Guy was feeling uncomfortable as the Inspector looked on.
‘Aren’t you going to untie me?’
‘In a minute, but first where is the lady that should be here?’
‘I don’t know, how would I know? She went off because she heard a noise from downstairs – I heard a scream and then there was nothing.’
‘Nothing? what do you mean nothing!’
‘Nothing – it just went quiet.’
‘You could have yelled out!’
‘Nobody would have heard me.’
‘I don’t see why not, the front door was wide open.’
‘How the bloody hell would I know, I’m tied to this sodding bed!’
‘How true!’
Two constables walked in and untied the unfortunately fellow. One gathered up his clothes and he went to the bathroom and washed and dressed.
‘Better come to Scotland Yard and make a statement – I could see that you couldn’t do anything about anything! You seemed to be tied up!’ Inspector Wragg beckoned Guy to follow him. There was a crowd of people gathered outside the house and a policeman posted outside to stand guard. It wasn’t a crime scene as such as the only person they found was Guy Arnold. There was no sign of the lady of the house and Inspector Wragg couldn’t point the finger at Guy.
