Read A Wreath for my Sister Online
Authors: Priscilla Masters
âAs far as I can tell, sir,' she said, âhe isn't exactly a serial killer. I've connected one unsolved rape and murder with him.' She pressed a few keys. âMacclesfield,' she said, peering into the screen. âEighteen months ago ... A young woman of twenty-eight, called Stacey Farmer.' She paused to look up at Colclough, who was leaning over behind her and frowning.
âLike Sharon, she had put an ad in the lonely hearts column of the local paper. Here ...' She pressed a couple more keys. âThis is the ad. “Help â Frustrated, bored, single mum seeks adventure with Superman lookalike.” And she gave a box number too.'
She continued. âStacey had more than twenty replies. But the one that interested the local police was this one.' Again her fingers danced across the keys.
âI'm more handsome than Superman, more sexy and much more adventurous. Meet me at 8 p. m. at the Hayrick, Tuesday night.
'
The letter was signed with a capital S.
Joanna looked at Colclough and then back at Mike. âStacey kept the date. According to the barmaid, she sat in the corner of the pub, alone, until half past eight.'
She looked at them. âRemember, Sharon was kept waiting.'
Mike spoke up. âPerhaps he'd been watching from outside.'
She shrugged. âMaybe. Anyway, at half past eight a man walked in. According to statements from the barmaid and drinkers at the pub that night, he was of medium height, medium build and was wearing a dark anorak with the hood pulled up. It was a rainy night and no one thought anything of it. He crossed to Stacey, spoke briefly and they left together.' She paused. âShe was never seen alive again. Her body was found two days later, dumped on the edge of Macclesfield Forest. She'd been raped and then garrotted.'
Now Joanna had no need of the computer. These next facts she would never forget. âA thin, twisted steel cable had been used, together with a short length of a wooden broom handle to lever the cable.'
She watched Colclough's face. âStacey was very like Sharon Priest. Sparkly, physically attractive, deeply frustrated by the restrictions of bringing up a young family alone, desperately wanting some excitement in her life.'
Colclough blinked. âShe certainly got that, didn't she?'
Joanna nodded.
âWell, Piercy,' he said, âyou'd better get over to Macclesfield and talk to the investigating officers.'
She nodded again, then added, âIn this case there was no shortage of suspects, sir. A little like Sharon, Stacey had plenty of men in her life. Only none of them led anywhere. They started off with four or five prime suspects. But no one was ever charged with the murder. It remains on their files.'
Both men were watching her now and she could read their minds.
Colclough cleared his throat noisily and muttered something about not liking unsolved murders on his patch, then he said, âDo you think he's a Leek man, Piercy?'
She stopped and took a deep breath. âI don't know. But I am sure he already knew Sharon. I don't think â for him at least â that it was a blind date.'
Colclough raised his eyebrows. âOn what grounds?'
âAccording to Christine, when he replied to Sharon's advert he told her to wear her best dress. He told her he didn't live very far away, although they had always used box numbers.'
âThe paper's distributed all around the Potteries,' Mike objected.
âTrue, but he knew the Quiet Woman. And he said she would look stunning in red.'
âShe called herself the woman in red.'
âHe mentioned her dark hair. Besides, there's Sharon's instinct. She had a feeling he knew her. He knew she drove a battered Fiesta. And, strongest of all, sir,' she said, âhe knew her name, even though she never used it in her letters.'
Colclough sat down heavily, breathing hard. His blue eyes looked tired, but bright. He looked like an aged but alert bulldog. âLet's get this quite straight, Piercy,' he said slowly, âso I'm absolutely clear. You believe that the man who answered Stacey Farmer's advert in the lonely hearts column was the man who killed her.'
âThat isn't my assumption,' she said quickly. âIt was the conclusion of the officers investigating the case.' She quoted from the statements recorded on the computer. âAn unknown male assailant following an assignation made through the lonely hearts column in the local paper â'
âAll right,' Colclough said hastily. âAnd you believe the same man answered Sharon Priest's ad, and then killed her. But you think he already knew her.' He stared at her. âJust be careful, Piercy,' he said. âBe careful you aren't restricting your investigations too much ... keeping the field too narrow.'
âI'll start with boyfriends of Sharon Priest's,' she said firmly. âAnd if I get no convictions there, then will be the time to move on.'
Colclough nodded, then turned to Mike. âWhat do you think about that?'
âSeems pretty sensible to me.'
Colclough thought for a moment, then, âAll right, both of you,' he said.
âWe'll know more definitely tomorrow when we compare DNA samples from the two cases,' she said.
âIn the meantime I don't feel we can afford to ignore any avenue â certainly nothing connected with Sharon Priest's private life.'
She grinned at Colclough. âAfter all, just think how embarrassing it would be if we were hunting high and low for some mysterious serial killer and it turned out to be Sharon's ex-husband all the time.'
âI'm glad you can see the funny side, Piercy,' Arthur Colclough said testily. âSometimes I have my doubts about your sense of humour.' He heaved a great sigh. âWas there anything else?'
âThere is one thing that worries me,' she said slowly. âIt might be irrational. Lots of women advertise in the personal columns. Quite a few of these fit this pattern â lonely, single-parent mums.' She stopped. âI haven't got any figures but a few have subsequently gone missing. I hope,' she said, âthat Stacey and Sharon aren't the tip of an iceberg. It just bugs me. What if others who were put down as missing persons actually fell victim to the same man and we just haven't unearthed their bodies?'
âWhy go fretting about other missing women, Piercy?' Colclough scowled. âYou've got enough of a problem nabbing the guy who killed Sharon and then proving it was the same bugger who got Stacey.'
She knew he was right to steer her back to the original murder.
âSo who have you got so far in your bag of suspects?'
âWell,' she said slowly. âThere was no shortage of men in Sharon's life, and some of them are choice customers.' She grinned at them. âYou can take your pick. There was a violent ex-husband who came home one night to find her in bed with a so far unidentified man, a co-habitee who I'm very curious about, a married lover who no one knows anything about. Incidentally, it's possible that he's the father of her youngest child.' She sighed. âAs I said, no shortage of men â just like Stacey Farmer.'
âBut with all those men in her life she still put an advert in the paper for one.' Colclough looked puzzled. âWhy?'
âBecause she didn't exactly have what my mum would call a good steady relationship with any of them,' Joanna said. âThe violent ex-husband was both violent and an ex. The man he found her in bed with seems to have run off without his trousers and out of her life. The co-habitee now cohabits with another woman, and the married man â whoever he was â appears to have remained married. So what Sharon lacked in quality she made up for in quantity.'
Colclough made a face.
âThe psychologist feels our killer is probably someone who selects lonely woman â single, divorcees, separated ... the women who are lonely, have children, little money and spend their time dreaming romantic dreams of Prince Charming. From what Sharon's friend says, she was like this. And judging from the statements, so was Stacey Farmer.
âThe psychologist believes our killer is someone who has a distinct grudge against this type of woman. He suggested the killer might himself have been cheated on or jilted by a woman like this and it's his way of hitting back, at women in general but women like this in particular. So he made contact with them through the personal columns. And my belief is that when he turned up at the Quiet Woman on Tuesday night Sharon Priest had a bit of a shock. Because the man who invited her into his car posing as her Prince Charming was not some handsome stranger, as she had fondly imagined, but someone she already knew.'
She paused. âThe psychologists have always talked about the growing conceit of a serial killer,' she said. âThey claim as he gets away with crimes he gets braver. His crimes become more audacious and he kills on his own back doorstep. Perhaps Sharon was the one he meant to get in the first place and the other was a practice run ...'
âSo Piercy.' Arthur Colclough looked unconvinced. âWhere are you going to start?'
âWell,' she said cautiously. âSharon's shoe is still missing.' Again she gazed at the computer screen. âNo hint of that before,' she said. âHe didn't take a souvenir of his crime before.' She looked at Superintendent Colclough. âThe shoe must be somewhere. It can't have disappeared into thin air.'
âAnd it isn't on the moors,' Mike said. âWe've had a thorough search. It isn't there.'
âIt may be a clue,' she said dubiously. âI'm not absolutely sure. I suppose it could have been a trophy. What would be really lucky is if our killer doesn't know the shoe is missing. It could have fallen off in his car or somewhere.'
Colclough breathed out very hard in a slow whistle. âBit of a long shot,' he said.
Mike and Joanna nodded in agreement.
âWell, Piercy,' he said, slapping her on the back. âThis gives us plenty of work.' He paused for a moment, thinking, then asked about the wire.
âThe cable, sir?' Joanna frowned. âIt's annoying me,' she said, pursing her lips thoughtfully. âI feel I should recognize it. It's a thin, twisted steel cable. We've started enquiries around car shops, garages and so on, but we've got nowhere yet. It doesn't seem to fit into anything specific. Apparently it's too thin for car cable but we can't work out another use.'
âI wondered whether Macclesfield might lend us a couple of officers,' she said. âIt would give us a bit of a start. And after all, this might help clear up their unsolved murder too.'
It was much later and they were sitting in Colclough's office eating greasy chip-shop chips and drinking lager out of cans.
âIt's funny,' said Joanna. âSharon had close friends but kept a lot of secrets from them.' She paused. âI suppose somewhere near the top of the list of suspects has to be Finnigan, her ex-husband and father of the two older children. And he does have a history of violence.'
âNot sex attacks, though,' Mike pointed out. âNot rape.'
âABH,' she said. âHe knocked her about and broke her jaw.'
Arthur Colclough raised his eyebrows. âI'm surprised he didn't get GBH for that one.'
âThe old provocation card was flashed,' Joanna said. âHe did come home from night duty to find her in bed with another man.'
Colclough nodded. âDid they get a divorce?'
âYes, two years ago.'
âThen she took up with Paul Agnew,' Mike put in. âHe works at the oatcake shop at the top end of town.'
Joanna was in the act of sliding a chip into her mouth. âMike,' she said. âWe haven't asked anyone whether she had a job.'
âShe had three kids,' Mike said. âShe wouldn't have had the time.'
âPart time?' Joanna said. âIt's worth a try.'
Mike nodded.
âI'll ask Christine tomorrow.'
Colclough was enjoying the chips too much to feel even a twinge of guilt. This felt like old times before he was too senior to enjoy a newspaper full of chips at the station. âNectar,' he said, puzzling the others. âWhat was that you said about the father of the third child?'
âYet another of the many mysteries of Sharon Priest's overcrowded sex life,' said Joanna. âBut he's almost certainly the married lover.'
âAnd we know nothing about him ...'
Mike shrugged. âNo,' he said.
Colclough dabbled a chip on the sprinkling of salt. âBut somebody knows,' he said. âAnd if he was married and she threatened to pull the plug on him it would give him an excellent motive for wanting her silenced.'
Joanna nodded. âWe'd thought of that,' she said, then glanced at the computer. âBut doesn't this look a little larger than a simple domestic affair?'
The Super frowned at her. âDo we know nothing about this married man?'
âBugger all,' Mike said gloomily, âapart from the fact that he drives a smart car.'
Colclough popped the last of his chips into his mouth and stared at the greasy paper regretfully.
âWell, that really narrows the field,' he said. âAnd the ad in the paper?' He was looking at Mike.
âNot much help,' Mike said gloomily. âIt seems they just hand over all the mail addressed to a particular box number. Anyone could have picked it up. It's really lax,' he grumbled. âIt could be anyone ... The editor said half of the men who reply to the lonely hearts are married anyway.'
âSo it doesn't even rule out married men.'
âQuite honestly, sir,' Mike said reluctantly, âI don't think we'll ever know who all of them are.'
âWell, we don't need to know all of them, Sergeant, Colclough said sharply. âJust the one.'
Mike flushed.
The Super glanced at Joanna. âYou've got your work cut out, Piercy.'
She nodded. âI know, sir.'
He grinned. âYou'll get there, in the end. But it'll take an awful lot of leg work.'
She looked at him. âI've got to get him,' she said, âotherwise he'll kill again.'