by Roger Rapel
‘I’m not disclosing those at this time; I will give you indications, and see if you come up with the same information.’ ‘Like what?’ Sandra was getting less provocative and more inquisitive.
‘Okay, when you were with him did he introduce anyone else to you?’ He watched as Sandra’s eyes lowered and the sexy smile dropped from her face as she nodded. ‘Did you know their names?’ She nodded ‘they were called Stuart and Lynda,’ ‘why were they introduced to you?’ ‘He made me have sex with them, he made me; they raped me.’ That was it Sandra just went to pieces with tears streaming down her face. ‘He raped me and let them rape me too, the fucking bastard.’ Jim went around and hugged her. ‘This is going to be your healing process, bottling this kind of emotion inside only supresses it for a while; it has to come to the surface and be shown the light of day, so you can let it go, and proudly move on. You’re a beautiful woman so come on, let’s finish this and get it out in the open, there’s a good girl.’
Sandra smiled ‘he used to take me to their house as well, I can’t remember the full address something Pines Road or something like that.’ ‘Hey you’re doing fine well done.’ ‘What happened there?’ ‘They held parties, sex parties I would be held down whilst anyone who wanted to, could have me. Oh god it was awful.’ Sandra flooded again then said ‘yes that bastard ruined my life, yes, I’ll make a statement yes, and I’ll fucking do him.’ The pretty face was now showing fits of rage as she narrowed her lips, her eyes full of anger; this was now a woman scorned a woman seeking revenge. Jim was going for it; he wanted this down on paper now.
He reached for his briefcase, but before he could pick it up she said ‘I have something to show you upstairs.’ ‘What’s that; am I safe?’ ‘Maybe I haven’t decided yet.’ She led the way as he watched her negotiate the stairs watching her pert bum. She went into her bedroom then sat on the bed lent over and pulled a case from underneath, then placed it on the bed as she opened it, then took out an A4 lined note pad.
‘This is my diary, everything that happened is in here, I was going to throw it away, but something made me keep it.’ She handed it to Jim; he opened it and began to read it as tears started to well up in her eyes. Jim sat down on the bed as she instinctively lent her head on his shoulder. It was all there, every blow she received every forced sex act with him and others.
Jim looked at it, this was dynamite ‘wow, Sandra, this is powerful stuff, I need to take this and read it, as it might throw some light onto the whereabouts of Janet.’ Sandra looked up from his shoulder as her tears were rolling down her cheeks, then said ‘thank you for your kindness and understanding.’ Then she leant over and kissed him on the cheek she lingered a moment hoping he would turn to her, her heart was now pounding as she looked at him, she smiled then kissed him fully on the lips as she put her hand behind his head running her fingers through his hair. Jim was nearly at the point of no return, he just managed to pull away from Sandra saying ‘that was really nice Sandra, on any other occasion I would have taken it further; but you are a potential crown court witness, it would be totally wrong and could have serious repercussions if it got out that we had been intimate. But, I promise when this is over, I will ravish you big style.’ Jim stood up Sandra stood on tiptoe and kissed him again. ‘You promise Jim?’ ‘Oh yes mam I do.’ As his hand patted her bum, he smiled, thinking fuck me what a body.
Jim collected his brief case, and placed the A4 diarised account inside. He smiled at Sandra and said ‘after I have read this I will come back and take a statement?’ ‘That will be nice I’ll be waiting.’
Jim sat in the car and thought fuck me Broadbent I bet she would be good, as he smiled to himself. He then drove to HQ’s where he sat at his desk and began reading the diary.
He jotted down the dates recording the sexual acts performed on her and by whom.
It was clear from her diary as the time had gone on, Sumner had become more violent towards Sandra; he had become more deviant in his demeanour towards her as well. The diarised accounts of the forced sex on Sandra were graphic in detail. The only names recorded were Stuart and Lynda’s, although according to her account there had been many others at the parties.
He thought, there are some sick bastards out there; those poor girls, being raped and buggered then being tied up and beaten to satisfy some sexual kick of Sumner and others.
His thoughts took him back to all the other cases he had dealt with, including the kids, realising how sick some people were. He also wondered how many more influential people were going to be involved.
Then he thought, had this been the plight of Janet; had she suffered at Sumner’s hands and others, had he gone too far and killed her? Then he thought; was she being kept prisoner in the Pines. ‘Yes, let’s up the ante’ as he spoke out loud to himself. He spoke with Langton and got a warrant and arranged for a couple of officers to be available the next morning at 6am.
Jim went home where he found Jackie asleep again on the sofa, she was absolutely whacked out; the pressures on her were so intense, with staff cutbacks with more and more cases to deal with.
She was no longer the sexual animal she used to be, well not as often anyhow. Jim sat on the edge of the sofa and stroked her head. He saw a faint smile appear across her face as she said ‘that’s nice Jim’ then she drifted off again then came back ‘oh sorry Jim, dinner, oh no.’ ‘Hey don’t worry, you stay there what would you like?’ ‘Nothing I ate at work.’ Jim looked at her and knew she was lying.’ He stood her up with great protestations and took her to the bedroom undressed her then walked her to the shower; he turned on the water then shoved her inside and closed the door. Jackie was shouting obscenities as Jim laughed. He left her shouting and cursing at him; then ordered a curry from the local takeaway.
Jackie came out of the bedroom in her dressing gown with her hair all over the place dripping wet as she put on a towel in a turban fashion. ‘That’s ironic’ as he looked at her. ‘What is?’ I just ordered a curry’ as they both laughed. Jackie then said ‘Broadbent you’re an arsehole’ as she dried her face and laughed.
‘Oh Jim I’ve been so tired and eaten up inside by the cases I’ve been dealing with; there are some sick bastards out there.’ ‘Tell me about it babes; I’m dealing with another one. I’ve got an early start as well.’ Jackie looked at him, she saw that look again in his eyes; she knew he would be totally wrapped up again. He looked at Jackie ‘look, promise me you will eat properly when I’m not here?’ ‘Why? Where you going? You’re not going away are you, not again?’ ‘Look the spooks have another case in the states so, yes I maybe going away again.’ ‘Oh Jim, I miss you when you’re away.’ ‘I know babes but, the money is good, it will clear my credit card, with a bit extra for a nice present for you.’ ‘I still don’t like you working for the spooks Jim, it scares me.’ Then the doorbell rang; Jim released the entrance door and received the curry.
The dinner dished up they sat, as they ate and drank wine. After dinner was over, Jackie dried her hair with a hair dryer and brushed it out then they both crashed to bed, Jim set his alarm for 4.30 am. He hadn’t been asleep for a moment or so it seemed, when the alarm went off. He threw himself out of bed as Jackie rolled over onto the warm spot he had just vacated. The shower did its work as he felt the water hit his face. He just stood there in the warmth absorbing the feeling. He got out shaved then made some toast and dressed on the move, he put his coat on and grabbed his case; he looked at Jackie snuggled in the foetal position with the duvet wrapped around her, wishing he was still there next to her.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Jim stood in the briefing room as he gave the morning’s task; he highlighted the issues of a suspected sex house so he wanted SOCO on standby to come in, if the information was found to be correct. He also wanted anything which highlighted names, including diaries and address books; he also wanted photographs and videos seized.
The journey to Tall Pines Road was short; the cars were quietly parked a little way away. J
im looked at the house it was big; it looked like an old Victorian place. Jim eased the front door top and bottom and felt no resistance so stepped back and kicked it in. The lock gave way easily as the hasp was sent tumbling across the hallway. The allocated officers went to their nominated rooms; those who were allocated the upstairs went first. This was always a heart thumping time. What was waiting behind closed doors, guns, knives resistance or compliance? The adrenalin was high as the officers entered with shouts of police.
Jim heard a noise from the upstairs then screams and shouts and crying from one of the bedrooms, he then heard one of the officers call ‘Jim come here quick.’ Jim ran up the stairs he went into the room where the noise was coming from ‘in here Jim.’ He entered and has he did so he saw the room was bloodstained with bloody a handprint on the wall, smeared as if someone had slid down the painted walls leaving streaks of blood. ‘Right everyone out and get SOCO here now.’ Jim closed the door and went out into the hallway. ‘Where are they?’ ‘In there’ as one of the officers pointed to another bedroom. Jim went in and saw a man and a woman in dressing gowns sat on the bed.
Jim looked around the room then went to another room which was empty, he then took the male person into the empty room the closed the door. The figure in front of him looked petrified and sullen. Jim said very quietly but, menacingly as his lips tightened over his teeth ‘right my old son you have got this one chance only, so start talking because, you could be looking at the rest of your life behind bars; your name is?’ ‘Stuart.’ ‘Good boy, now just to let you know, I know lots so don’t fuck me about you understand, you fucking understand?’ Jim clenched Stuart’s dressing gown at the throat as he looked menacingly into his eyes. Stuart’s eyes were wide open with fear and he was physically shaking.
‘Right what happened in that room and when?’ ‘I can’t say.’ ‘Right my old son, can’t or won’t?’ ‘He will kill me’ ‘who?’ ‘Not saying.’ ‘Let me help you, so you know I’m not fucking about; Sumner.’ ‘You know?’ ‘Look I told you, don’t fuck me about son, right?’ ‘Yes he was here,’ ‘when?’ ‘Yesterday.’ ‘Who else?’ ‘I can’t say.’ ‘Fuck me mate you’re doing my fucking head in. I know about the higher ups as well.’ Jim was trying to get him to name someone, a VIP, so he could go to town on Sumner. ‘You know about them?’ ‘Of course, I fucking do; I just want to know if you’re telling me the truth.’ Stuart then reeled off a couple of names. Jim thought not again. He recognised one as a solicitor and another as an MP, a back bencher.
‘Okay Stuart who was in that room last night and what happened?’ ‘Look I like sex games and so does Lynda, but Sumner was getting more and more violent, then last night he brought this woman in they tied her up and raped her.’ ‘You rape her as well?’ He nodded, ‘then what?’ ‘They got a video camera and filmed them taking it turns then Lynda got involved.’ ‘Then what happened?’ ‘They let her go and she attacked Sumner scratching his face deeply with her nails. Then he hit her hard causing her nose to bleed, she held her face, blood was everywhere, he hit her again and she slid down the wall, there was blood on her hands.’ ‘There you go my old son, you’re only way now is up. So I suggest you get dressed, oh before you go, what was the woman’s name?’ ‘I don’t know he never said.’ ‘Where’s the video camera.’ ‘I’m not saying.’ ‘Where’s the fucking video camera!’ Jim grabbed him by the dressing gown as he thrust him up against the wall banging his head as he did so. ‘One more time son where’s the fucking video camera!’ Jim brought back his fist ready to unleash a punch. ‘Okay, Okay, under the floorboards in my bedroom, please don’t hurt me.’
Jim then dragged him back to the bedroom then said ‘where show me?’ Stuart lifted the bedside rug. ‘In there.’ ‘Okay get dressed.’
Jim then heard SOCO arrive. Jim said to the other officers, ‘Okay take them to the nick I will be there soon.’
Jim took SOCO to the bedroom with the blood in as he explained the activity in the room, so wanted a full fingerprint and sexual search as well. He then took him to the main bedroom and showed him the floor boards requesting a full photographic sequence as the floorboards were removed and the recovery of the camera and tapes was made. Once that was undertaken he would take them to the technical department to get the tapes copied for interviewing.
Jeremy the SOCO got changed into his white suit then brought his box of tricks and cameras upstairs to the bedroom. He photographed the floorboards as they were; then removed the loose one and took out a small case, he photographed each procedure then opened it, where he found a video camera and mini cassettes, he bagged the items, removing the tape already in the camera, then handed them to Jim who hot footed it to the technical lab where he pleaded for a quick turnaround of the tape taken from the camera. The engineer loaded the tape machine then inserted the mini cassette and began to record. Jim managed to view the images as it was being copied; there was a woman being raped by Sumner and others. Jim punched the air as he shouted ‘yes you bastard, I’ve fucking got you, yes, I’ve fucking got you, you’re mine, I’ve fucking got you my old son, got you!’ Jim sat and waited for the tape to be completed then shook the operators hand and requested a quick turnaround of the others for interview; then went back to HQ’s where he went to a room with a TV and video player then sat and watched the sequence from the start to finish.
The opening scene was of a room, it was empty then in walked three men and two women, then started to undress as the women engaged in various sexual acts on each other and the men. This included Lynda and Stuart. This scene went on for a few moments when the camera panned to the door, it opened as Sumner entered leading a woman in who was blindfolded and hands tied, as soon as she was in, the two women started to undress her. The woman began to struggle, but she was held by Sumner, then the blindfold was removed as she began to really struggle then one of the men slapped her then she was tied down and raped continuously. Then the two women joined in using vibrators on the woman and each other.
It was shortly after she was allowed to get up, then she started to fight with Sumner who punched her in the face causing a severe nose bleed. She put her hand to her nose as he hit her again she looked unsteady on her feet as she put her hand on the wall for support then lost her balance as she slid down causing a hand print and smear of blood down the wall. Sumner then picked her up; he handed her clothes to her then pulled her out of the room as she cried shaking her head; she was in hysterics.
The occupants of the room then started to get dressed then left. Jim smiled as he thought to himself, I recognise a couple of the men; as his mind went into overdrive although he couldn’t think of their names at the moment.
Jim called the local police station and spoke to Sam one of the detectives present at the search asking him to prepare an interview room with a video player and TV in it; he would be there shortly to conduct the interview and wanted him present, Sam said ‘great it sounds like a good job.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Jim inserted the video cassette into the player as Sam brought Stuart Small to the interview room.
‘Right Stuart your full name before we begin?’
‘Stuart Small.’
Okay you know me Detective Sergeant Jim Broadbent and this Detective Constable Sam Ash.’
‘You’re under arrest for rape, kidnapping and sexual assault, and for those offences you have been cautioned you understand?’
‘Small nodded.’
‘You want a brief?’
‘No I’m fine.’
‘Right Stuart when we arrested you this morning in your house we found a video camera, who does that belong to?’
‘It’s Sumner’s.’
‘Why do you keep it at your house?’
‘Because he asked me too.’
‘There was a cassette in the recorder when we took it; who was operating it when the recording was made?
‘I’m not saying.’
‘Not saying or won’t?’
‘Means the sa
me.’
‘Okay I have watched it, so let me remind you of the events of that day.’
Jim nodded to Sam who operated the play button.
‘Just watch this; then I will talk you through certain sequences.’
Jim watched Small as he winced at the scenes.
Jim nodded to Sam who stopped the sequence.
‘Okay Stuart I want to know the names of the others present please?’
‘I’m not saying they have a lot of contacts.’
‘The problem is mate when this goes live in the court room, not only will you be on the charges I spoke of, you will also be charged with conspiracy to rape and kidnap with those on the video, so it would be better to name them and be seen as helpful rather than not, because my old son when they are nicked and they will be, they will sing like canaries especially to save their own skin and not worry about yours.’
Small sat there his head in his hands. Then he looked and nodded, as Jim picked up his pen and began writing down the names of the men and the women in the sequence.
‘Well done Stuart that will go a long way towards showing how cooperative you have been.’
‘Right in this sequence you are seen holding the woman whilst she is being raped by others then you raped her. You agree with the video sequence?’
Small nodded.
‘I take that nod as a yes?’
‘Yes it is.’
‘Okay Stuart, I have other tapes for you to watch but, that won’t be today. So before we wrap this up; who decided it was your house to be used?’
‘Sumner, he said, we could use one of the rooms as it was a big house.’