Grind Their Bones

by Cross, Drew

  Lee was wearing a look of pure mischief, so I knew that he’d recognised my growing uncertainty, but I wasn’t about to admit that my knowledge of the area extended to a glance at an internet map and little else.

  ‘We’re going the right way; it’s set back slightly from the road in woodland judging by the maps that I viewed, and it’ll be completely in darkness, so we’re not going to see it until we’re right on top of it.’

  I injected a note of confidence that I didn’t truly feel into my voice and nodded enthusiastically as if to emphasise the point.

  ‘Actually I was thinking more about how we find our way back down again afterwards. I don’t really fancy having to choose between spending the night in the car, or in a killer’s holiday home, when we realise we can’t retrace our steps.’

  He was grinning as he said it, but he had a point, and I scrabbled for a comeback.

  ‘We’re higher up here, in case that’s escaped your attention? Which means that we’ll be able to see where the streetlights begin again. If we’re not a hundred percent on the turnings to take then we simply head for the light.’

  I made a motion with my hand as if I was wafting him away from me, and grinned in triumph, taking my eyes off the road for a moment.

  ‘Okay, okay, I’ll give you that one. Say, watch out for that…’

  He didn’t get to finish the sentence, and I hit the brakes as we were both violently jolted around in our seats and a loud bang followed by disconcerting rattling came from underneath the car.

  I’d been concentrating too hard on getting one up on Lee, and not enough on the fact that my speed had begun to creep steadily back up again. As I’d looked at him to deliver my killer line, I’d failed to notice a monster of a rut in the road where the last broken up fragments of tarmac finally gave way to hard earth. The result was that the bottom of the car had smacked down hard against the solid ground, and judging by the sounds that were now coming from it, the damage was probably terminal.

  ‘Shit.’

  I said and brought the car to a standstill, switching off the engine and getting out to have a look, closely followed by Lee. Not that either of us knew enough about the mechanical workings of cars to do anything for it if the news was as bad as I was expecting, but still I wanted to see what we were dealing with.

  ‘Ouch! That doesn’t look too promising, does it?’

  Lee gave a low whistle and pointed at a section of something hanging down at the front of the car, visible in the radius of the headlight beams.

  ‘No, it doesn’t. you know what you were saying about spending the night up here?’

  I tried to make light of the situation, after all, police vehicles got damaged on frequent occasions and we both had our phones to arrange a lift back to civilisation if we needed one.

  ‘Za?’

  Something in Lee’s voice made me look up sharply, and I followed the line of his gaze along the track in front of our damaged car.

  ‘Oh,’ was all I could manage as I spotted it too.

  Parked at the dark roadside a mere fifty yards away was the rear of another car, a silver Jaguar with its boot lid open. Beyond the Jaguar, surrounded by trees that hung their branches down over the roof, was a small stone cottage. A weak but conspicuous light was visible in one of the windows.

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  ‘Okay. What do we do now?’

  Lee looked at me helplessly, knowing that this new development could mean one of many things.

  ‘Call it in and request urgent back up. We’ll worry about making fools of ourselves later.’ I replied.

  My mind raced with possibilities. Was the presence of the silver Jaguar innocent, somebody staying out here in a holiday let, completely unaware that the landlord was a vicious murdering psychopath, or was this the Grey Man himself, and if so did he have the girls up here too?

  I searched my memory banks for the make and model of his car but came up blank. I’d had no reason to remember those details, as far as I’d been concerned he was on his way into police custody at the end of several gun barrels now. I dithered and hesitated, changing my mind repeatedly while Lee calmly communicated our position and discovery to control. His voice carried for some distance in the absence of other background noise, and I was hyper aware that anybody in the cottage would probably have heard the car approaching and now the sound of our voices. We’d well and truly lost any element of surprise, but we hadn’t thought that we’d need it.

  ‘If it’s him and they’re in there…’ I began, feeling sick and panicky.

  ‘Look, we don’t know that, and even if he was up here that’s not to say that he’s got the girls with him. From what we’ve come to understand about him they’re not his type either.’

  He pulled a face at the clumsiness of the words and apologised with his eyes.

  ‘Why the fuck haven’t we been updated on what’s going on at the main residence? This is my damned investigation, and now I’m sat here utterly in the dark and facing an impossible situation.’

  I couldn’t stop the bitterness in my tone, even though I knew I was being completely unfair. The armed officers hadn’t known what we were planning, and the decision to come up here had been my call. If we were in a dangerous predicament the blame for that rested squarely and exclusively on my own shoulders.

  ‘I won’t ask you to come in with me, Lee, but I can’t just stand here and face the possibility that a maniac is inside butchering my nieces.’

  I turned and began to walk towards the cottage, not daring to check if he was following, but absurdly grateful when I felt him drop into step on my right shoulder.

  ‘It’s not going to be him. We’re going to burst in on a young couple out here for some private quality time.’

  He didn’t look at me as he spoke, and I heard the tremor of apprehension where his voice strained at the end of the sentence. I knew he was attempting to convince himself as much as me, and that no matter how much we both wanted it to be true it seemed farfetched. Unlike our counterparts overseas and our colleagues on armed response, we did not have guns to unholster and tasers to render an attacker senseless in seconds. We’d be walking in without even a set of handcuffs between us, having left them locked up at the HQ at the official end of our shift, and that could be a costly mistake.

  We walked the remaining distance to the silver car in silence, trying to keep our footsteps as quiet as possible by walking on the sparse grass lining the sides of the dirt trail, even though it seemed unlikely that our presence had gone unnoticed. Lee produced a key fob with a small intense torch beam built into it when we were ten yards away, and shone it directly into the open boot.

  ‘Oh God, please no.’ I whispered softly to myself, like it might make what I was seeing magically disappear.

  The body carpet inside the boot had once been a shade of light grey I guessed, but it was now almost entirely covered in a dark liquid that stained the fabric black. As if any doubt remained about what that liquid was, streaks of bright red ran down the back of the car itself and small pools had formed and then clotted in various places on the ground below. What we were looking at was a significant amount of somebody’s blood.

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  Madeleine was in the bathtub to keep the mess to a minimum, she was not yet dead, but the usual rhythmic rise and fall of her chest had been replaced by a weaker fluttering motion that experience told him meant it was just a matter of time now. Even if she did wake up fleetingly she was not going to be in any kind of state to attempt a repetition of what she had managed when he’d opened up the car boot earlier. There’d been a fleeting moment as his eyes transmitted the information to his brain in which he’d failed to realise that she’d somehow managed to get free of the ties that bound her hands and feet, and that she was swinging the heavy metal car jack towards his head with blurring speed. Only the instinctive flinch away at the recognition of unexpected motion had saved him from having his head smashed open, but she’d still managed to connect so
lidly with his collarbone, and now one arm hung limp and useless at his side and a tidal wave of pain swept through him every few seconds when he moved.

  He’d been unarmed when she’d attacked him, but the force of the swing with the weight of the metal object had pitched her head first out of the car and onto the hard floor. In momentarily indescribable agony he’d only been able to muster sufficient force to stamp once on her wrist to force her to release the weapon, feeling the delicate bones cracking underneath his foot, and then twice more on her bloodied face as she’d rolled over to look up at him, all of her strength utterly spent.

  Once the girls were safely stowed in the locked metal shed at the rear of the property, he’d been able to return to her in order to drag her indoors and clumsily into the bathroom. He wasn’t concerned about the possibility of her battered body drawing attention, since it was vanishingly unlikely that they’d be disturbed out here, particularly at this hour; but he hadn’t wanted to risk her coming back to a state of sufficient consciousness to mount another attack when he least expected it. After all, there was still work to be done. He’d expended a huge amount of energy in getting her limp from inside the cottage, and even more when he’d stopped part way and lost control of himself, kicking and stamping her in a frenzy until the feelings of rage had passed, and it was that which had put her in her present rapidly deteriorating condition.

  ‘Don’t die on me yet, dear. Not before I finish preparing the girls anyway.’ He said, watching her closely, half anticipating that her eyes would suddenly flick back open despite her injuries suggesting otherwise.

  He left her then, gritting his teeth against another sweeping wave of pain and cursing the stupid woman, taking time to lean against the doorframe before finally getting a handle on it and heading back out to the locked metal shed in the garden. As he got closer he could hear one of them sobbing again, while the other one whispered gently to her, the sobbing getting louder as he fumbled with the lock one handed and opened the door.

  ‘Almost time to eat girls, so let’s have you out of there now.’

  He watched as neither of them moved, huddling together in the corner and staring at him with wide eyes.

  ‘What have you done with Grandma?’ Asked Lexie in a loud obstinate tone.

  ‘She’s in the bath at the moment, but she’ll be joining us later. Now get up and come outside.’

  This time he didn’t disguise the menace in the instruction, leaving them under no illusions that they would be risking his wrath if they didn’t comply. The youngest girl ignored him and looked at her sister for guidance, who slowly nodded as she climbed to her feet.

  The drone of an engine reached his ears and he held up a hand for them to stay where they were, cocking his head to one side to be sure. Definitely the sound of a car approaching. As he continued to listen he heard a loud bang, the vehicle bottoming out on a rut in the road, followed by the noise of the engine dying. He quickly shoved the girls back inside, pushing the door back to with his shoulder while he manipulated the lock back into place. It was probably nothing, but it was late and he’d never been disturbed out here before, which limited the likely options for who it could be.

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  The front door was slightly ajar, with textbook bloody drag marks running all the way from the rear of the car into the hallway, which lay in darkness. The only illumination was provided by the beam of blue-white light from Lee’s miniature torch. Somebody had moved the body of another person who was either dead or dying through this way, and since I was pretty sure that the property was owned by one of the worst serial killers in living memory, I was willing to take a wild stab at John Reimoore being somewhere inside waiting for us.

  ‘I’m going in first; no arguments.’

  Lee placed his arm across the front of me as he spoke, but if he’d thought that I was going to protest then he was wrong. Old-fashioned chivalry was more than welcome right now.

  ‘Okay, but if he starts stabbing make sure you hang on and keep him occupied for long enough for me to make good my escape, right?’

  It felt wrong joking at a time like this, but it had the desired effect of alleviating some of the fear that held me in a tight cold grip, and I caught the quick flash of white as Lee smiled in appreciation and recognition.

  ‘When he makes his move we both rush him and take him down. Armed or not he’ll be hard pressed to deal with an attack from the two of us simultaneously.’

  Lee’s expression settled back into seriousness. He practiced Taekwondo and Boxing in his spare time, and I’d done some Judo back in my early twenties, but neither of us was exactly a martial arts expert. In fact, based on my dismal performance when David had pushed his way into my home, I could do with some more lessons. I made a mental note that I’d get some if I walked away from this more or less intact.

  ‘Fine.’

  I put in a silent prayer that armed response would arrive as back up some time right around now. The irony of the fact that I’d envied them the task of apprehending the Grey Man up until a few minutes ago was not entirely lost on me, but I’d relocate the finer points of my sense of humour later on when I wasn’t shaking with adrenaline.

  ‘Oh, and look for something to arm yourself with as soon as we’re inside, we’ll worry about reasonable and proportionate force after we finish beating him senseless.’

  He tipped me a wink to say that the last part was offered at least partly in jest, but it was a good idea nevertheless, and then he nudged the door further open and swept the torchlight around inside, scanning every available corner before we entered.

  I stayed up close to his back, trying to convince myself that I was not utterly terrified by this situation, trying to remind myself that I was the lead detective in a major murder enquiry and as such I wasn’t allowed to let fear cloud my judgement or get in the way of making the arrest, and forcing myself to stand fully upright. Why did I feel like a frightened little girl again then? Because usually you’re bringing them in on your own terms, fully prepared and with back up to spare. Not stumbling across them through pure dumb luck with the strong possibility that the lives of your own loved ones are at stake if you mess it all up.

  I grabbed Lee’s shoulder as he took the first step through the doorway, halting him in his tracks. He stopped and looked back at me quizzically, scanning the area over my shoulder as if he expected our killer to leap out into view brandishing a bloody knife and a human head.

  ‘What is it?’

  He dropped his eyes back down to meet my own.

  ‘There’s a chance that my nieces are here, and judging by all of the blood it doesn’t look good. I want you to promise me that if something goes wrong and we’re too late, or I get hurt here before I can take him down, then you’ll make him pay?’

  I fixed him with an intense stare as he answered.

  ‘If he harms a hair on theirs or your head then I can promise you that he won’t leave here alive.’ Came the reply.

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  As we moved along the dark hallway it became clear from the way that it flickered that the light in the window was coming from a single lit candle in the main living space. There were only two possible options on which way to go at the end of the short passageway, either through towards the candle or upstairs. Lee picked the downstairs since the light told us that somebody had been in there very recently, and I gestured that I was heading for the bedroom or rooms, I wasn’t yet sure whether there was more than one up there. He looked deeply unhappy at the prospect of us parting ways and me being left alone, but he also knew that if we didn’t split up then there was a much greater chance of him being able to slip away or creep up on us. After a moment’s pause, in which we managed to have an entire conversation in silence communicating solely by exaggerated facial expressions, he accepted the situation for what it was and handed me the torch as he moved away towards the light.

  I kept my feet at the furthest edges of the stair rungs, experience had taught me that th
ey were less likely to squeak and groan there than in the middle where most people chose to tread and the wood began to flex and stretch. I could feel how cold it was up here as soon as my feet touched down on the tiny the landing, which made me shiver, but also gave me reassurance that I wasn’t likely to open one of the two closed doors that had presented themselves to find the Grey Man inside wielding an axe. Odds were that there’d have been heat or light of some kind for him to keep warm or for him to work by. Easier to butcher bodies in the light than the dark.

  I stopped at the first door and put my ear up against the wood before attempting to open it, I strained to listen, holding my breath to cut down on background noise but there were no obvious sounds coming from the other side. Gingerly I pushed down the handle, feeling and hearing the mechanism click softly and then toeing the door wide open and striking up a ridiculous approximation of a karate pose. As I suspected the room was devoid of life, and contained only a neat metal framed double bed, a large wooden wardrobe and mismatched chest of drawers.

  I clicked on the small torch and swept the beam over chintzy floral soft furnishings and small stone sculptures. For a psycho he had surprisingly pleasant taste in décor.

  I steadied myself and waited for my heart rate to come back down to a speed that didn’t suggest I’d just run a marathon, taking a deep breath in, holding it for a couple of seconds and then letting it go. It was an old trick I’d been taught for bringing the body back out of a stress state more quickly. Realising that time was pressing on I forced myself to tackle the second door, once again putting my ear to the timber first. This time I could hear something inside, an odd gurgling sound like water or something thicker slowly draining away down a partially blocked sink. Every hair on the back of my neck stood up and my heartbeat went back into overdrive, while I involuntarily ran a dozen horrible images through my mind about what was inside making that sound. Whatever it was, I prayed it wasn’t Lexie or Annabel, and that thought pushed aside my fear enough to drive me into action.