It was around 08:30 when an unsuspecting postman arrived at
the door of 32, Owlett Grange to deliver the mail for the day. He had on his person
two utility bills, a greetings card and a letter from Royal Mail demanding
£1.78 in unpaid delivery costs. He realised that something was wrong as soon as
he knocked on the door because at his touch, the door flung wide. He had the
mocksy to let himself in, in search of this irresponsible home-owner. “Hullo?” the man whimpered cautiously. All of
a sudden, men in plastic blue overalls swarmed through the hall, carrying
fragile-looking equipment, every inch of them covered in this sterile material
aside from their tired but focused eyes. The Bobbies on the case were Detective
Chief Inspector Range and his grasshopper, Detective Inspector Wendall. They
soon identified the postman and immediately interrogated him for his presence
on a crime scene on this crisp autumn evening. “I just came to deliver Mrs
Cookridge’s mail I swear” the man pleaded, “Maybe I shouldn’t have just walked
in but there was no foul play here from me, honestly!”
The Officers took his word for it and Wendall escorted the
shaken postman round the back of the house, where the scale of the situation
really came into perspective. Clinical gazebos, at least four or five, were set
up on Mrs Cookridge’s land, and it was positively crawling with pathologists,
forensic psychologists, police officers, crime scene investigators – the works.
“So what happens now?” enquired the now very worried-looking postman. “Well
Mr-?” Began DI Wendall. “Fellman” replied the man. “Okay Mr Fellman, we’re just
going to collect a statement from you about all you know about Mrs Cookridge and
what you saw here today. From that we can begin to piece together what’s
happened here.” “What has happened here?” Enquired Mr Fellman curiously,
raising an eyebrow as he once again took in his surroundings. “We don’t really
know ourselves to be honest. Mrs Cookridge is dead and it’s a pretty damn nasty
business.” The colour from Mr Fellman’s face drained as he realised what had
happened.
