Route of all evil

It was a nice sunny Sunday morning.

A bit of a rarity here in England.

The call came in around 9AM and we ended up at a quaint little 'out of
the way cottage' out in the Kent countryside.

We knew that something 'special' had happened as we were told to
bring
FOUR coffins with us and were then met by a police escort as we left
Woolwich.

When we arrived, the whole area was one big police cordon and there
were blue flashing lights everywhere. There were several
police-helicopters hovering overhead and a couple of ambulances parked
by the cottage.

As we moved down the long driveway towards the front of the cottage it
looked like the
whole of the Kent Police force were there too!

The county coroner met us at the door. Now we KNEW something 'big' was
afoot. Normally, we'd only ever see the county coroner at the coroners
office or in court and he almost
never ventured out this far, let alone on a Sunday morning!

"Son, you'd better prepare yourself for a bit of a heartbreaker' he
said.

"We've got a whole family in here that have been tied up, tortured and
killed by some sadistic son's of bitches. The youngest daughter's just
five years old!".

As we walked into the hallway, the splintered front door was our first
glimpse at the tragedy that awaited us inside. There was a broken
hallway mirror lying in pieces on the floor and blood splatters lining
the side by the open dining-room entrance.

Inside, trussed up like grotesque chickens were the bodies of three
people, one woman and two young girls. Hands tied
behind their backs and lying lifeless and covered in blood on the
antique carpet that covered the whole of the dining-room floor.

The woman was in her late thirties and wearing a pink flannelette dress
which had been torn at the side and was now soaked in crimson blood
stains.

A neat hole in her forehead around 5mm wide was caked in congealed
blood which had
dripped onto the carpet and made morbid patterns on the floor.

As we looked around, we could see that they had all been shot through
the head with almost pristine accuracy.

The two girls aged five and eight were huddled together near the huge
fire that dominated the room and which was still glowing with untended
embers. A pool of blood led from the bodies and across the carpet to
the wall on the other side. The youngest girls arm looked like it had
been torn out of it's socket and was
black with bruising and red with clots.

They were both wearing identical yellow nighties with little teddy bear
emblems on the
fronts which were now soaked in congealed blood.

"The father's upstairs", the coroner said. "If you think THESE are bad,
you should see this poor sod".

I left my colleagues downstairs to start bagging the three female
bodies up and followed the coroner upstairs and into a small,
dimly lit room off to the right. I could just make out the silhouette
of a man slumped in the corner of the room.

The coroner turned the light on ?

Propped up in one corner of the room was the huge, barely recognizable
body of a middle aged man. Completely naked and with so many bruises
and cuts on his body it was hard to think of him as a man at all.

His face was shattered!

His left eye was swollen beyond belief and closed and bloody. His right
eye was open and filled with blood. Just to the right of his cut and
puffy mouth part of his cheek bone could be seen jutting through the
flesh like a shard of glass.

Most of his bottom teeth had been pushed through the skin, presumably
by some kind of blow to the head, and were now sticking out of his
face, just below his mouth. I say MOST of
his teeth as several more could be seen lying on the floor or floating
in the pool of blood emanating from his twisted body.

One look at him and you just KNEW that, whatever happened... death must
have been one hell of a relief to him.

I couldn't comprehend what could possible motivate anyone to do this to
another human being.

Of course, it turned out that the motivation in this case was the
number one all time sin...

GREED!

The poor chap was a local businessman and was known locally as a bit of
a wheeler dealer.
Mistakenly, THEY thought he had most of his fortunes hidden at
home.

Little had they realised that the mirror in the hallway, now shattered,
had been worth several thousand pounds and the now
blood stained carpet was worth it's weight in gold. Nope, they wanted
CASH and they tortured each and everyone of them
before finally taking out their frustration in a furious and ultimate
way.

"There's a fortune here in antiques" said the coroner

"but the poor sods only had a few hundred in cash".

"Four lives lost forever for a few hundred quid"
We pushed the four coffins into the back of the van and headed off back
to the coroners offices.

The journey back was silent. I just kept thinking of those poor people
and what sort of animals could have done that too them.