Daddy Long Legs
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Thick tears flowed down van Staden’s cheeks. ‘I ... I ...’
Human pushed forward, relentless. ‘Then you broke into the forensics room at the Hope police station, and you stole various items relating to at least a third of the victims. And then, if that wasn’t enough, when the killer appeared to resurface a few months back, you continued sabotaging the investigation. Completely disregarding the danger that this posed to the lives of all the children of Hope. How many more lives may have been lost due to your callous and selfish acts, Inspector?’
Van Staden fell to his knees, now sobbing like a little boy. ‘Oh my God, I’m sorry. I’m sorry ...’
‘And then, in a grand finale, when I announced that I was looking at old case files, you torched the offices of the Hope Detective Division, hoping to destroy any remaining evidence that would point a finger at you.’
Van Staden crawled forward on his knees. And hugged Human’s legs. ‘Oh please, oh dear God, please ... I am so sorry ...’
‘But you see, Inspector, your son was unfortunately not your final victim. Because I do believe that, at some stage, your wife became aware of your crime. And for whatever reason, she chose not to betray you. But the knowledge of what you had done was destroying her. It was eating her alive. Together with the knowledge of her own complicity in the matter, I’m sure. But whatever the case, when the killer supposedly resurfaced, she took her life. It had all, finally, become too much. Not what the killer had done. But what you had done.’
Van Staden’s body was racked by sobs as he tightly hugged Human’s legs. ‘Please forgive me, I beg of you, please forgive me ...’
‘It is not up to me to forgive you, Inspector.’ Human had to play his cards perfectly now. All they had were the suspicions. Nothing else. ‘You first have to forgive yourself, Inspector van Staden. You will never be free until you forgive yourself. And to achieve absolution, you have to confess, Inspector. You have to confess. Before me. Before God. You have to confess. Tell me what you did, Inspector. Tell me everything.’
‘Oh my God, I’m so sorry, so sorry,’ the old man bawled, ‘I did it. I did it. I did it. I took the life of my only son. My beautiful, beautiful baby boy. I took his life. I reached out and I punched him. And I broke him. I broke his neck. And I killed him. And then –’ Van Staden cried hysterically.
‘What then, Inspector? What then?’
‘I burnt his corpse, his beautiful exquisite corpse ... with ... with ... cigarettes and I bruised him ... and I ... I ... I sodomised him ... with an axe handle ...’ Van Staden lay at Human’s feet, curled up in a tight ball, sobbing ceaselessly. ‘And I did everything to make it look ... oh dear God ... I did it all. Oh God help me.’
‘And what about the theft of the forensics items, Inspector. Tell me!’ Human shouted down at the prostrate man.
‘Yes, oh God, I did it. I did it all.’
‘And the fire? What about the fire?’
‘Yes, yes, yes. I did it that too. Oh God ...’
And then finally, despite the nature of his crimes, Human felt pity for the shell of a man at his feet. And he relented. He spoke into the lapel of his jacket. ‘You got that?’ Inside his ear, emitted from a concealed earpiece, Human received confirmation. They got the whole confession on tape. ‘Come get him.’
A few seconds later, the front door flew open and a group of detectives charged inside. Human nodded and they disentangled the hysterical ex-policeman from his legs. ‘Good work, sir,’ detective Botha said, giving a curt nod to Human.
‘Thanks,’ he said as they led van Staden to the waiting police van.
Standing alone in the small foyer for a moment, Human took a deep breath. And walked outside. It was a beautiful winter’s day. The sun was shining. And the vast world was full of awesome possibility.
Walking slowly down the steps of the van Staden stoep, Human hoped that he would never see this town again as long as he lived.
Yes.
It was over. It was all over.
Finally.
The End
Finally
Bloemfontein, South Africa
February 1st, 2013
About the Author
Vernon William Baumann was born in Ermelo, South Africa in the distant mists of time known as the early 70’s. He spent eight years working as a copywriter in the South African advertising industry. He won a Pendoring Advertising award in 1999.
Feeling a deep yearning to write and watching his waning youth, he made a huge sacrifice and abandoned his advertising career. He returned to the town of his youth to begin the arduous task of beginning a writing career.
Vernon William Baumann currently resides in Bloemfontein, South Africa, with his wife, cats and two dogs. He lectures at the University of the Free State.
Vernon writes under two names:
Vernon William Baumann – Science fiction, conspiracy and esoteric fiction.
Vernon W. Baumann – crime / espionage thrillers and true crime.
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Jesus Killer: The Jimmy Maketta Story
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This is the haunting true story of Jimmy Maketta – the serial killer that terrorised a Western Cape farming community for nine dreadful months during 2005.
Striking with impunity – and blinding hatred – he took fourteen lives; helpless victims strangled, bludgeoned or hacked to death. And each time he would vanish again, disappearing into the shadowy dunes that bordered the township of Philippi. Leaving behind yet another corpse – and the troubling crude graffiti messages, warning intended victims that he was coming for them.
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