Death at Presley Park E-Book

Elly Grant

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• Kategorie: Krimi
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

Among a family picnic in Presley Park strides a man with the worst intentions.

In the center of a leafy suburb, everyone is having fun until the unthinkable happens. The man walks into the middle of the picnic ground seemingly unnoticed and, without warning, opens fire into the startled crowd. People collapse, wounded and dying. Those who can, flee for their lives.

Who is this madman and why is he here? And when stakes are high, who will become a hero and who will abandon their friends?

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Death at Presley Park

Elly Grant

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Prologue

SEPTEMBER 29TH

They tumbled like rats out of a sewer, clawing and clambering as they slid down the slope desperate to escape the gunman. Men and women falling, tripping over each other, mothers dragging terrified children, losing their grip then attempting to swim against the tide to retrieve them, chaotically moving on instinct. Unable to comprehend what was happening, they stampeded, each of them thinking they were about to die, stumbling over the fallen, trampling on faces, crushing fingers, abandoning friends, in a desperate bid to survive.

Do you sometimes wonder how you'd behave in a crisis, if your life was on the line, if you were facing imminent death? Would you stop to help a stranger? Would you save your wife, your husband, your parents your children? Perhaps a mother would shield her child, but perhaps not.

This particular picnic in the park was anything but. It was mid-afternoon. A sultry, September sunshine bathed the sweet smelling, freshly cut grass with an orange hue. Women chatted about this and that, comparing children, cooking, clothes. Men played ball, drank beer, made plans to go fishing while children ran about squealing and chasing each other in an endless game of tag. The gunman, dressed in combat gear, walked purposefully to the middle of the grass, amongst the groups of families and friends, amongst the blankets on the ground, the remnants of fried chicken, sandwiches, cakes and soft drinks. No-one looked at him or acknowledged him, too busy interacting with their families or friends. He didn't look out of place as many people were clothed in fancy dress costumes. He could have been invisible and he wondered if he was. Smiling to himself, he was eerily calm, but his heart was racing, wired by the drugs he'd been popping all through the night and throughout the day to help him stay awake. Raising his automatic weapon he pirouetted, finger on the trigger, firing indiscriminately into the crowd, whooping and cheering as people collapsed dead and dying. It's just like the fairground, he thought.

“Where's my prize?” he muttered.

Before he could spin around again, those who could stand, who weren't already dead, injured or frozen with fear, were up and running, and the gunman, heart pounding in his chest with the thrill of it all, pursued them. He was no longer simply spraying a crowd of easy targets. The chase was on. The gunman felt adrenalin rushing through his veins, his rapidly beating heart pounding in his ears. He was now a hunter and the panicking, fleeing people were his prey.

Chapter 1

TWO WEEKS BEFORE

“What time are we meeting up with Bee and Johnny?” Mandy called as she fiddled with her hair. She was trying to get it just right and one cowlick simply wouldn't lie down. She sprayed on more hair lacquer. With her eyes smarting she began to cough as the cloud of gluey droplets engulfed her. “Damnation,” she spluttered. A tear escaped over her eyelid threatening to make her mascara run. Quickly, she pulled a tissue from the box on the dressing table in front of her and carefully dabbed at her cheek. Then she heard the doorbell ring.

“Sitter's arrived,” Theo called. “You've got ten minutes then we really must leave.”

Mandy rose from her dressing-table stool and stood at the full length mirror for one final look. Then, brushing her hands over her hips admiringly, she grinned at her image, checking her teeth for lipstick smears. There's nothing more off-putting than facing lipstick stained teeth when you're trying to eat, she thought.

“Are you good to go? I'd like to arrive on time for once.” Theo's irritation was clear as his voice boomed up from the bottom of the stairs. He didn't used to get irksome. He used to make jokes about Mandy's timekeeping, or lack of it, but now everything she did seemed to annoy him. Mandy didn't care she was bored with Theo and his pettiness. After twelve years of marriage she'd expected more from him.

She could have married anyone. All the boys had fancied her, helplessly drawn to her flashing eyes, luscious lips and curvaceous figure. With her blonde hair, she looked like a young Marylyn Monroe and, whilst there were lots of pretty girls at her school, many of whom would easily put out for a bottle of cheap wine and sweet words of undying love, Mandy was different. She fascinated her classmates. She had mastered the knack of making the boys think there was a chance of a sexual encounter whilst keeping them at arm's length. She was the prize they all desired and every one of them would have turned cartwheels to impress her. But in the end she chose Theo because he was the most popular boy in school, sporty and clever his family came from the wealthiest part of the suburbs. He was also tall and handsome, with a broad, lean frame and even features.

They became the golden couple, the pair everyone envied, the ones everyone else wanted to be. Mandy and Theo married as soon as he finished university. As an accountant he was a good earner and their first home was a small semi-detached in an upmarket suburb. Coming from a poor background, Mandy felt as if she'd won the lottery. Their son Charlie was born a year later and now they lived in a four bedroom detached in the best street.

“If you don't come now I'm leaving without you. I can't be late for this dinner. I'm going to the car and I'll only wait five minutes then I'll be off. You can get yourself a cab.”

Oh shit, Mandy thought. She knew he wasn't making empty threats. Grabbing her bag she quickly made her way down the stairs in time to hear the front door slam.

“Bye Charlie, Bye Annie,” she called to her son and the sitter then she practically flew out of the door. Theo had already reversed out of the driveway and, as she approached the car, he was revving the engine, itching to be on his way.

“So what's this dinner all about? What's so important that we can't be five minutes late?”

Theo was tight-lipped, he inhaled deeply before answering.

“I told you before,” he said, his voice full of frustration. “We're dining with Carlo and Carlotta Donatelli. He owns 'Delectra' and we're trying to get signed up as a supplier. If Johnny can pull this off we'll be sitting pretty for the next three years. There're not many companies able to guarantee work for the next three weeks these days. That's why we can't be late. We're hosting the dinner. They're our guests.”

“Who else will be there? Will it just be the six of us?”

“Donatelli's accountant Phil McKay and his wife Jean will also be there. It's important that you and Bee keep Carlotta and Jean entertained while we talk business. We can't afford to fuck this up. We don't want to lose this contract.”

Mandy was disappointed. She'd been looking forward to spending time with Johnny. They'd met up twice now without their respective partners knowing and Mandy couldn't keep her hands off him. Who would have thought that Johnny Rigby, the class clown, would turn out to be a business genius? All the time she and Theo were living what they thought was a golden lifestyle, Johnny Rigby was wheeling and dealing and becoming a multi-millionaire. To think she'd turned down his proposal in favour of Theo. You live and learn, she thought wryly. Anyway, she reasoned, now she could have her cake and eat it. Now she'd have both men under her thumb.

Mandy and Theo barely spoke during the journey to the restaurant. He was occupied with thoughts on strategy for the business ahead, she with thoughts of her liaisons with Johnny Rigby. She'd dressed to impress tonight knowing that his wife could never compete. Even if Bee was dressed in designer gear and she wore a bin bag, Mandy would still be more glamorous, more alluring. She knew she'd just have to snap her fingers to have all the men in the room at her beck and call.

Johnny had already planned for them to spend a whole weekend together. In three weeks time his wife and her sister were going to Prague for the sister's birthday celebration. Theo was being sent to Birmingham to represent the company at a trade show and Charlie was going camping with the scouts. Mandy didn't know what their affair would lead to, but for the time being, the attention Johnny gave her and the feeling of power she held over him were enough. She wasn't quite ready to give up on her marriage just yet. Not until something better, something tangible was being offered. Who knows, she thought to herself, maybe she could do even better than Johnny. She was the wrong side of thirty now, just, but didn't look a day over twenty-five. There was still plenty of time to secure an older man with money, lots and lots of money, and maybe a chateau in France or an island in the Caribbean, someone super-rich, a billionaire perhaps. Sex was power and power led to wealth and Mandy was the queen of sex appeal, she had it in spades.

“Mandy, Mandy,” Theo's words cut through her daydream.

“Wwhat?” she stuttered.

“I asked you to get out and guide me into the parking space. It's a tight fit for a car of this size. If you don't get out now you'll not have room to open the door.”

“But it's starting to rain,” she protested. “Couldn't you drop me right at the door then go and park? It took me ages to do my hair.”

Theo sighed. He didn't want to have to put up with Mandy whining all evening. She could put a damper on the entire meeting if she didn't get her way. With pursed lips showing his annoyance, he put the car into gear and pulled forward at speed, braking hard at the entranceway. Mandy was thrown forward, the seatbelt locking her to her seat.

She scowled, struggling to free herself. “I'll see you inside,” she said leaping out of the car and slamming the door behind her. “Asshole,” she muttered as she straightened her dress.

“I hope you're not talking about me,” a voice from behind her said and she spun round to see Johnny. “I've just been out for a smoke,” he explained holding aloft his silver cigarette case.

“Oh, hi Johnny, of course I'm not talking about you. Theo makes me so mad sometimes. Where's Bee?”

“Not close enough to see this,” he replied slapping her bottom playfully. He glanced at the front door to check Theo wasn't about then, grabbing her round the waist, pulled her towards him and kissed her passionately on the lips, his tongue exploring her mouth.

Mandy returned the kiss then quickly pulled away looking around furtively. “If you carry on like that we'll get caught,” she hissed.

“It's the risk of being caught that heightens the passion. You know you want me. I bet we could sneak out during the meal and no one would notice. My car is parked in a dark corner of the car park. How about a romantic fuck between the main course and dessert? You could be my dessert,” he added with a leer.

“You're incorrigible Johnny, you know that. Don't even think about it. We'll soon be spending a whole weekend together. We can't risk being caught, it's far too dangerous. You are a very bad boy,” she added smiling and wagging her finger at him.

“But you love danger and you can't get enough of this bad boy,” he replied, licking his lips suggestively. “Theo, hello, I'm just briefing this lovely gal of yours about Donatelli and his wife.”

Mandy hadn't noticed Theo walking towards them and she was startled when she realised he was beside her. She hoped he hadn't overheard any of their conversation.

Chapter 2

Prior to arriving at the restaurant Johnny and his family had all been at home.

Johnny heard laughter coming from the lounge as he came out of his dressing room and he made his way towards it. He sauntered along the wide, bright corridor and smiled to himself as he gazed out of the floor to ceiling plate glass windows which made up the whole of the exterior wall. The views across the countryside were spectacular and he marvelled at the way his wife Bee had known instinctively how to instruct their builders in order to get the most out of their home. Everything from the on-suite bedrooms to the covered, solar heated swimming pool with its retractable roof was designed to the highest standard. He was good at making money, but Bee knew how to spend it wisely.

The laughter intensified as he approached the room. Sitting at the table with a board game set up between them were Bee, Emma aged ten, her six year old brother Alex and Marie the au-pair.

“But Alex you can't go backwards even if it would let you pick up the book of wisdom,” Emma protested, her intense, hazel-coloured eyes showing her frustration. “Tell him Mum. He doesn't understand that it would be cheating.”

“I suppose having a book of wisdom might have helped in this situation,” Marie said smiling.

“Yes,” Bee agreed. “I'm sorry, Darling, but Alex is just too young for this game. It's designed for players aged ten and over and he's just a little boy. Why don't you get something else like Hungry Hippos?”

“I hate that game. Alex is too rough,” she whined. “I wish he would hurry up and grow up.”

Johnny, who'd been watching from the doorway, looked admiringly at his pretty wife and beautiful children. Bee was petite and slender, she had even features and a fair complexion framed by soft brown curls. She was kind and gentle and she seemed to have a fragility about her that made Johnny, and every other man she came into contact with, want to protect her. When their children were born he couldn't believe how well she'd coped, delivering them with hardly a whimper, proving she was much tougher than she looked. He shouldn't really have been surprised as all through their married life she'd been strong, organised and in control. She ran the household in a relaxed but disciplined fashion and the children felt safe and confident with their well-ordered routine.

“Hello Darling,” he said as he planted a kiss on Bee's cheek. “As usual you look beautiful and perfectly dressed for the occasion. “Hello little chickens,” he said addressing the children. “Hi Marie,” he acknowledged the au-pair. “We'll have to leave in about ten minutes. We're meeting Theo and Mandy at the restaurant.”

Bee stood then went to gather up her coat and handbag. As she walked towards the door Johnny couldn't help comparing her to Mandy. He lusted after Mandy but he loved his wife. How fortunate he was that Mandy had turned down his proposal when they were younger or he might have been stuck in a stressful, loveless marriage with a scheming, high maintenance bitch. Instead he was blissfully happy with this undemanding, wonderful woman who was the love of his life. He could have Mandy, or a dozen other women just like her, any day of the week, but only Bee could truly have Johnny.

Their feet crunched on the driveway as they walked towards the Lexus. On seeing them coming, Colin, Johnny's driver immediately leapt out of the car and opened the passenger door for Bee.

“Good evening Mrs. Rigby. How are you this evening?” he enquired politely.

Bee climbed into the car and Colin raced round to open the opposite door for Johnny without waiting for her reply.

“Looks like rain this evening,” Colin said as he got into the driver's seat. He turned on the ignition and snapped his seat belt closed.

“Thank you for giving up your evening off to drive us,” Bee said. “I do hope Caitlin didn't mind.” Bee liked Colin. The young man was tall and lanky and he had a cheeky smile. He was bursting with youthful enthusiasm and although they looked nothing alike, there was something about him that reminded her of Johnny when he was younger.

“No problem, Mrs Rigby”, Colin replied. “We're saving up to buy our own place so I'm glad of the overtime, besides, Caitlin's working on a paper all weekend. It's to be ready for Monday. She's studying to become a paralegal. I'd just be sitting in front of the telly with her mum and dad. Trust me, I'd rather be working. There's only so much 'Britain's Got Talent' a person can stand.”

Johnny cleared his throat indicating this line of conversation should end. He wanted to discuss the evening ahead with Bee and didn't wish to waste the entire journey listening to small talk between her and his employee.

Bee took the initiative and began, “Don't worry about the restaurant. I've arranged for us to have the small private area at the back. It's still in the main room. There's no solid door but the archway separates it from the rest of the flow of people and it's very discreet. I've asked the front of house manager to bring in some extra lighting with a couple of standard lamps so that you and your guests can see to read any relevant paperwork. I'll look after the wives and I'll make sure Mandy doesn't drink too much. We can't risk her flirting with our guests and becoming the floorshow.”

“I just hope Theo is on time tonight,” Johnny replied. “I've a couple of things to discuss with him before Donatelli arrives.”

“If he's late it'll be Mandy's fault. Everything is always about her. She has no respect for anyone or anything,” Bee replied bitterly.

The edge on her voice was tangible. Johnny felt a cold chill run down his spine and a jag of fear. Did Bee know something about him and Mandy, he wondered? It was just a bit of fun, it meant nothing to him. Mandy meant nothing to him. Bee noticed the frown lines on his forehead and she leaned over to kiss him lightly on the cheek.

“Don't worry, Darling,” she said. “You'll be magnificent tonight and everything will be fine. Emma has informed me she'd like to have riding lessons and she wants you to buy her a pony and Alex would like a helicopter to take him to school. So you'd better secure the deal. Our children have expensive tastes.”

Johnny laughed, “When I was Emma's age I wanted a bike but we couldn't afford one. Now she wants a pony and our six year old wants a chopper, and what about you, my love? What do you want?”

“Only you, Darling, don't worry, I want only you,” she replied smiling.

Johnny returned her smile. He took her hand in his and gave it a light squeeze then he settled back in his seat and relaxed. She suspects nothing he thought and he breathed in deeply with relief.

Chapter 3

After he dropped Mr. and Mrs. Rigby at the restaurant Colin drove off in the car. Johnny told him to be on call, but said he didn't need him back there until ten-thirty so he had three hours to kill and he didn't intend to waste a moment of it.

After he and Caitlin got married, it seemed like a good idea for them to move out of their rented accommodation and in with her parents. It was a kind and generous gesture on their part to offer the young couple a rent free home. It meant they could save up to buy their own place, a chance to step onto the property ladder. Caitlin's mum and dad weren't difficult people to live with, quite the reverse in fact, but they were around all the time. Colin and Caitlin never had any time alone and having rented a place for over a year they were used to their own space.

He worked every hour God sent. Driving all week for Rigby's and also manning the switchboard of a local taxi company three evenings a week, filling in as a back-up driver if someone was off sick or on holiday. Caitlin worked for a legal practice in the town while at the same time studying for her exams. She was also an 'Avon' lady which enabled her to earn a bit extra every week. They weren't work shy and were saving like mad, but even still, finding a deposit of ten per cent plus the other costs involved would take them over two years, and all that effort would allow them to buy only a one bedroom apartment.

Colin was buzzing with nerves and excitement as he glanced at his watch. He didn't have much time, but if the traffic wasn't too heavy he'd make it. His plan seemed so simple but nevertheless he ran over the details in his mind once again to think it through. He constantly checked his watch and when the opportunity arose he drove down the back streets to avoid traffic lights. Arriving at Rigby's at seven-forty he pulled the car round to the warehouse.

“Yes! Made it,” he said aloud. Twenty minutes until close of business, he thought.

Colin carefully parked the Lexus out of sight of the offices just in case someone was working late as he didn't want to be seen. Then he walked briskly to the warehouse reception.

“Hi, Eddie,” he said to the store manager as he entered.

Eddie was thin and muscular, bald at the front with a greasy looking pony tail, held in place by an elastic band, dangling down the back of his dirty neck. He was in his sixties and thought he looked cool, like an aging rocker. He'd worked for Rigby's since the company first opened.

“Hello, Colin, you're working a bit late tonight. I thought I saw the Boss' car. Is everything okay? Is he coming in here?”

“No sweat, Eddie. He's waiting in the car. We're in a hurry.”

“What are you looking for? Do you want me to fetch something for you?”

“If you don't mind Eddie, I'll go through to the store and find what I want. I know exactly what I need and I can locate it quickly. Just write me up an order for ten Blu-ray recorders. Put it through as a corporate gift for Delectra. The Boss is dining with them tonight. You should see the restaurant. I just left Mrs. Rigby there,” he said changing the subject. “The place is very luxurious. One course would probably cost me a week's wages. It's just as well my Caitlin can cook. We'd starve if we had to pay restaurant prices.”

“That's right, rub it in Colin. At least you've got a wife to cook for you when you get home. I'm dining 'a la' Gino's Fish and Chip Shop. Mind you, when I retire I'm going to spend my life in Spain or on the golf course. Not being married any more has let me save quite a bit and I'll have my pension.”

Colin was fidgety, he was aware of the minutes ticking away. Finally Eddie said, “Okay, you go on and get what you need while I prepare the paperwork.”

Colin walked through the swing doors and quickly located the box he wanted, knowing exactly where it was placed in the store as he'd searched for it the day before. Checking the code number, he picked up the brown, corrugated carton then returned to reception. Eddie smirked when he saw the younger man struggling to manoeuvre back through the swing doors with the large box.

“Do you need a hand with that? Would you like me to carry it to the car for you? I see you don't go to the gym very often.”

“I get all the exercise I need at home, thank you very much. Some of us are married,” he added with a wink.

“Aye, vacuuming and washing dishes builds up a lot of muscles,” Eddie replied laughing then he handed over the paperwork for signing. Colin scrawled a mark that could have been anything then once again he checked the time. Ten minutes to get into the car and leave before the second shift clocked off for the night.

“Gotta go Eddie, the Boss will be having a fit. I'll have to drive like Jensen Button or we'll be late.”

With the box securely in his grasp he hurried to the car. His walk was laboured and disjointed as he struggled with the large package. Opening the boot, he hoisted the box in. His fingers were puffy and red from his exertions and when he jumped into the driver's seat to start the engine, his hands were trembling. Eddie was standing at the entrance to the store as Colin drove off and, as the vehicle passed him, he waved. Thank goodness the car had tinted windows, Colin thought or it would have been obvious that the boss wasn't with him. He couldn't help grinning as he drove away. When he sold the Blu-rays it would certainly boost the house fund and no one would be any the wiser.

After seeing the car drive off Eddie returned to his desk, picked up the receipted paperwork and kissed it. He'd suspected the younger man would be in too much of a hurry to actually read what he was signing for and he'd been right. Now Eddie had an approved order for twenty Blu-rays when only ten had in fact left the store. I'll need to put that right, he thought to himself and he smiled as he mentally went through the list of people who'd be receiving one for Christmas this year.

He felt justified in stealing from Rigby's. He'd known Johnny Rigby's dad, they'd grown up together, they'd been friends. Now Tommy's wide-boy son was treating him like a servant. When Tommy died it was Eddie who'd helped arrange the funeral. His pal would be turning in his grave if he saw the way Johnny was disrespecting him. He'd given everything to this company, never missed a day's work, putting in ten hour shifts, seven days a week at the beginning. And what did he have to show for it? His wife left him and he hadn't had a pay rise in five years. Now the little shit didn't even get out of the car to acknowledge him, sending a boy with the order instead.

Colin drove like the clappers, racing down side streets, praying no one's cat would be strolling across his path. He reached home before eight-thirty, easily enough time for the second part of his plan. He'd telephoned Caitlin on route, she was looking out of the window when he pulled up and, as he stepped out of the car, she signalled to him that she'd be two minutes. He raced round to the boot lifted the package and carried it to the garage where he hid it amongst the pile of furniture items he and Caitlin had stored there. By the time his wife emerged from the house he was back at the car.

“Wow, I bet this car cost as much as a house,” she said, running her hand over the sleek paintwork. “Are you sure it's okay for us to go for a drive? Your boss won't mind?”

“As long as I'm back at the restaurant to pick them up and we don't go too far away in case he calls, we can do what we like. I thought we could drive down to the coast and stop at the smart restaurant on the front. We can splash out and get coffee and dessert. Then I'll bring you back here and I'll still be in good time to collect the Rigby's. What do you think? Would you like to do that?”

Caitlin's blue eyes shone, her pretty face lit up and she grinned like an excited child.

“I love you Colin Anderson,” she said and she threw her arms round his neck and kissed him. “You know I love you, don't you? Mum and Dad think the world of you too.”

And with my new way of making money we'll soon have our own place and I won't have to put up with them for much longer, he thought.