Good morning my dear, and how are you today? Yes, thank you I’m OK, but still a little bewildered by the events of the other day. Of course I will tell you the information that I actually know to be true – rather than just guess work!
I’ve had a visit from one of the police inspectors at our local Division. I have met him on a couple of previous occasions and found him to be very helpful, open and honest in his conversations with me.
The first thing to say is that Teddy is the main CSI on this case, probably because she was first at the scene, having received a phone call from me. The other useful thing is that she is on nodding terms with most of the residents here as she comes to see me on a fairly regular basis. She also popped round to see me but at that point couldn’t say anything at all about the case, as half a dozen other officials needed to be informed. The flat needed to be inspected by Teddy and her team who would try to get some fingerprints from the various surfaces in the apartment.
It was lovely to see her again – this time in my own flat – and she said she would make us a cup of tea. She pottered around, getting out the teacups and saucers together with my matching side plates. As I wasn’t organised, we just decided that we would have some shortbread biscuits to accompany our drinks. Unfortunately she didn’t have Harry with her today as I could have done with a little cuddle from my furry friend.
Right then so what can I tell you. Apparently there wasn’t just one body in the apartment – there were three! Two men and one woman and they were all deceased. Yes, I know I said there were bodies, so they would be deceased – but you must understand my dear, that I am quite overwhelmed to hear this news. I am so relieved that I didn’t venture further into the apartment as the sight of three dead bodies wouldn’t have done me any favours at all.
I’m sure that this must be quite a shock to you too. However, the apartment was quite orderly and I understand that it was very obvious that Gordon had only just returned home as his suitcase, although opened and on his bed, was still waiting to be unpacked.
You are aware that I didn’t trust Gordon at all, but even so I am horrified to find that he has died, and it would appear that it wasn’t an accident. I can’t tell you many details at the moment but his apartment is still considered to be a crime scene and there is tape across the doorway. There had been a police officer sitting outside until very recently but he has now left, but the door is firmly locked to prevent further intruders.
I really am unable to erase this from my mind at the moment. There are some terribly wicked people in the world. I know that all crimes are wrong, but to murder folk is absolutely abhorrent to me. Why do some people feel that acts like this are necessary? What is the world coming to – isn’t it better to discuss things like sensible people, rather than resorting to extreme measures. And why would three people be dead? Even if Gordon was behaving himself in a manner unbecoming to that of a former police officer, surely it wouldn’t be necessary for someone to take their revenge in this way?
I am sure, my dear, that you can see that I am decidedly upset to learn about this turn of events. I am glad that I went to his door rather than one of the older and more vulnerable residents who may have just wondered in when it was obvious that the door had been left slightly ajar. One or two folk who live here may have wanted to welcome him back. I’m not sure that anyone particularly enjoyed his company, but he was very pleasant to some of the older, more infirm folk who live here, and if they had just taken a few steps more, the sight inside could have affected them permanently.
However, my dear, I’m sorry that I haven’t much information for you yet, but the news itself is shocking. It won’t do the complex much good either. I know the phrase is that “all publicity is good publicity” but in this instance I don’t think so! At the moment the news seems to have been embargoed – I don’t know why but perhaps the police have an idea of who is behind the crime and don’t want them alerted to the fact. If I hadn’t been aware that Gordon was on his way back, I wouldn’t have trotted down there. I’m sure that only a few folk in the building were aware that his return was imminent, so they wouldn’t have been expecting to see him wandering around the corridors anyway. Probably the first time anyone would have noticed he was back would have been when the light in the office was switched on and the door left open for folk to leave a note for him about one thing or another – you know, the hundred and one questions that folk seem to ask which are usually unnecessary!
Anyway my dear, that is the situation. I’m really sorry to be the one to bring this bad news to you, but if I don’t then no-one else will. I suppose I should try and have something to eat shortly, so perhaps I’ll have an egg on toast or a can of soup. I promise I’ll be back again as soon as I have anything more to tell you. As Always –
With Love – Jan xx