THE COTTAGE

THE COTTAGE

      Mr. O'Connor had killed his wife that cold and windy night of October in their cottage near York.

When his fellows called him at 3 a.m. explaining what had happened while he was in his bedroom sleeping with his girlfriend, he dressed up quickly and went out of his house without kissing Anne because of the emergency.

Alan Berwick had borned in the suburb of Chelsea on 1991, three evenings before Christmas. He had a chestnut-coloured curly hair and a brown eyes. He was tall and thin… Alan was very tone up because of his status inside North Yorkshire Police; he needed this physique because he worked as a superintendent.

He drove his patrol car through a motorway from Sheffield to Harrogate within thirty minutes and a half and when he arrived at this town, he parked the vehicle in front of a little house which was situated in the main street of that small but welcoming village.

Mr. Berwick knocked the door and a policeman opened it asking him his name and the reason of his visit. When he answered that he was a police officer, the man invited him to drink a cup of coffee and eating some biscuits before asking the different suspicious where did they were while the murder had happened.

One of Alan Berwick’s friends, who was a lieutenant and his name was famously inside the police station -he was named Peter Stone-, arrived and told to his officer that they had found the weapon which the killer had use to commit the crime: it was a handgun without gun license.

“Can you rang the scientific police while I am finishing my biscuits?” superintendent Berwick asked to his comrade.

“Yes. I have did it before your arrive but they have found an accident and for this reason they are arriving too late!” lieutenant Stone riposted.

The scientific police arrived and the forensic surgeon began to do the autopsy. She finished sixty minutes later and made clear to Alan the post-mortem results. The victim had die violently: her husband had caught some screws and a hammer to put the bolts onto her neck. Subsequently, Quentin O’Connor had wedged a handgun and had shot her some bullets furthermore to finish off with her.

Superintendent Berwick asked to sergeant Johan Murray if they had find the screws inside that gloomy room. Murray answered negatively and told him that their policemen were searching clues to discover the guilty of that mystery.

Mr. Alan Berwick went out of the scene of the crime going to his office and try to find on the law database if Quentin had a criminal record.

He arrived at 7 a.m. and came across with a foreign woman who told him that she was an attorney. Her name was Olivia Johnson and she was defending Sir O’Connor in that case.

Alan offered her a cup of tea with milk and asked to Mrs. Johnson if her client had been arrest in another time.

“I don’t know. Let me think… I remember a conversation with him where he told me that he had been a suspicious of a steal case with a victim. Monsieur O’Connor spent two years in a jail near Glasgow and in that time he knew his wife.” she answered.

“Thank you very much. Did you love him?” interrogated her while she was finishing to drink the tea and eat that delicious pumpkin pie.

“Yes. I was his partner inside the firm of lawyers which he was managing with his wife’s help!” she affirm nodding.

“Madame O’Connor knew your relationship with her husband?” Alan asked before lieutenant Stone arriving.

“No. We took that romance with caution because we knew that if we didn’t take with caution, she would be kill us!” Olivia yelled.

When Peter Stone arrived, he put his jacket on the chair and told me that they had been discover Sir O’Connor’s car in a forest between Harrogate and Newcastle.

Superintendent Berwick interrogated to Mrs. Johnson if she wanted to see the corpse but she had to go to the court because she had a meeting with the judge who found guilty Quentin O’Connor.

Lieutenant Stone and Olivia Johnson went to the hall of justice while Alan Berwick and two policemen were going to the penal institution where Mr. O’Connor had spend his sentence.

They arrived at Glasgow penitentiary and questioned to the gaoler who was the governor of that prison. The jailer ordered them to follow him and the three policemen came into the old building.

Berwick and his fellows had walk through a hallway ten minutes and arrived in front of the governor’s office. The guard whacked the door and a man opened it.

The room was cold and wet. It was a small workplace which have a shelf with some file folders, concealed at the back of the only table. The man sat on the chair which was in front of the biggest window that they’ve ever seen until that foggy day of november.

The three policemen sat on their chairs respectively before that bald man and the responsible offered them a glass of whisky which was accepted by Alan and his subordinates.

“Did you meet Quentin O’Connor the 104 weeks which he had spend in this secure facility?” asked Mr. Berwick.

He was thinking few minutes and following replied that question lying them. They threatened to the governor with the consequence of his falsehood. At the end, the answer of that question was the truth: he met Mr. O’Connor in his first interview with him and became his friend.

They went out of that tight office and superintendent Berwick commanded his two policemen to the woods where they had find Quentin’s car and his cadaver whereas Alan was going to the justice building whereabouts Olivia Johnson and Peter Stone were questioning the magistrate.

The inspector arrived forty-five minutes ensuing and parked his Citroën next-door the courthouse and went into the justice building, meeting with Mrs. Johnson and lieutenant Stone.

“We interrogated Sir David McGovern about O’Connor’s case and he told us that madame O’Connor gave a hand him on snatching the Bank of England money which the long arm of the laws found in their house before arrest him. His wife denied each and every charge of ripping off the ten million of pounds that we tracked down. Olivia Johnson thinks that he is the blameable but I think that it’s impossible!” uttered Peter Stone to Alan Berwick.

“Thank you. The law enforcement have hunt down the bolts which the killer have used to carry out the slaughter within O’Connor’s station wagon. The forensic boys in blue have found some fingerprints but we don’t know the dodgy’s name. Sergeant Murray is foraging the digitmarks in our inputs and soon he will give us a tinkle explaining the newness!” mentioned the commissioner.

The hours passed and the buzz didn’t arrive. They opted to go to the base of operations to behold what had cropped up and how soon they got into the department, they stumbled on the deceased John Murray and a lot of vital fluid rushes.

Alan Berwick rang up the forensic surgeon and he digged up the source of Murray’s death. The sufferer had been murder by the same slayer that had butchered the marriage O’Connor.

“Did you located the murder weapon?” wanted to know, as well as possible, inspector Berwick. “It is crucial to clear up the issue!” he shrieked.

“Yes!” the man responded whilst was demonstrating him an object which seemed as a cutlass or a dirk. “Whose is that? Unfortunately we don’t know whom belong to this switchblade!” he pushed on.

Sir Berwick went out of the chamber going to the scrubland, at which point was Quentin’s automobile. He took the wheel, coming out of York, to cease the speedway in the city of Sunderland.

He followed a path and pulled in the misdemeanor area, in the place where the force identified O’Connor’s stiff inside that old-fashioned car.

Alan detected something awfully odd and caught it owing to be the key of the conundrum. It was the murderer’s smartphone.

The detective chose to go to the store, in the place where the main suspect had buy the phone.

Commissioner Berwick got there and inquired of the shop assistant about the guilty’s attributes who described the appearance of the killer. He was baptised as David McGovern and his fingerprints was the same as the screws, the dagger and the gun.

Sir Berwick and his policemen took him into custody and McGovern told them that the hit man was Olivia Johnson. They captured her also and she admit all the accusations: when Peter Stone and Mrs. Johnson met with David was to find a solution and avoid that the two murders would be solved. They thought that the best option was to kill Johan Murray moreover and David McGovern commit the third… Officer Stone had call his supervisors asking for McGovern’s criminal record while Olivia and David were talking in the hall of justice.
“Wherefore you lynched them?” he whimed to know.
“Owing to their rejected. We desired to have a part of money due to we were abettors in that mugging!” talked back those guys.

The puzzle had solve and Alan Berwick came back to his house where his sweetheart Anne was cooking the dinner. Without being expected, her gentleman pounced on her and kissed his girl.