Overend - Chapter 01

Overend – A Year In Crime

Chapter One

Saturday March 23rd 2002

Detective Inspector Bill Overend often referred to himself as “optimistically middle aged”, because there was no guarantee that he was in the middle of his life, but he was optimistic.
He was actually forty-five years old, at least for another twenty-one days, and he knew only two well that he had long since seen the middle of his life.
He described himself as “a well made man” not in a conceited way and not in the terms of an Adonis or someone of Herculean stature but more like solid, sturdy or robust some might even say, “Well built”.
But he liked to be thought of as “well made” it was an old fashioned expression, which his father always used, and he liked it for that reason.
The few enemies he had were less flattering about his 6 foot 4 inch 18 stone presence.
But he was a popular man in the job as well as out of it.
As if his height and size did not make him distinctive enough he also had close-cropped Grey hair, that is, what had not already fallen out had turned Grey, and a predominantly Grey beard.
His children often told him he had his head on upside down.

It was a cold March night, well early morning actually, as he stood alone in the back garden of his four bedroomed detached home in the idyllic village of Chapel Hill.
He and his family had lived there for almost ten years.
They all loved it there so much.
Life had been good to them and they had a very comfortable and rewarding life.
It had not always been so.
It had taken a combination of hard work and good fortune in equal measure to get to where he was today.
He and his wife of twenty-six years, Sally, had always been happy in each other’s company but life had been more difficult and testing at times.
When they were first married they had a dingy two room flat in Nettlefield, a sprawling commuter town about ten miles and nearly twenty-five years away from where he now stood.
They got out of there after two long years of hard work, with Bill doing as much overtime as he could get, and Sally working days for a Paper Merchant as an office assistant and three evenings, and the occasional weekend, waiting tables at a Pub restaurant.
On the rare occasions that they were not working they spent quiet evenings planning their future and not spending anything.
There only vices being the occasional bottle of wine and smoking roll ups.
So in time they managed to scrape-up enough money for a deposit on a one-bedroom shoebox on a new development on the outskirts of Northchapel.
But they still had to keep working the long hours and extra shifts to meet the mortgage.
Mortgages were new territory for both of them, as no one in Bill’s or Sally’s family had ever owned their own house.

Then after a little over a year in their new home Sally broke the news that she was pregnant.
She was very worried about telling him and she delayed telling him for almost three days before she finally blurted it out, as a result of fear and simple delight and a need to share her joy.
But she need not have worried he was as delighted as she was and they were so exited that they danced around like march hares for what seemed like hours.
Even though this was not part of the plan yet they could not have been happier.
The unexpected news of Sally’s expectancy did cause some problems however the main one being the house was far too small for another person however little they might be.
They could have decided on an abortion and delayed the family a few years but that didn’t sit well with either of them.
And they dismissed the thought almost as soon as it came to mind.
Not that they were part of the anti abortion lobby it just wasn’t for them.
What was meant to be was meant to be.

They put the house on the market and sold it within two days and with the housing market booming they made a very healthy profit.
However the size of house they were looking for they just couldn’t afford.
They could have borrowed the extra money and taken out a bigger mortgage but they would never have been able to meet the payments with only one salary coming in.
Then out of the blue came a turn of good fortune.
There was a knock at the door; it was an old friend of Bills, Dave Butcher.
He had joined the RAF as a aircraft fitter as soon as he was old enough but they had stayed in touch and got together whenever possible.
“Butch” was an only child and had inherited the family home, a three-bed semi in Abbottsford, when his dad died suddenly of a heart attack eighteen months previously.
His mum had died when he was only four from a brain tumor.
Bill and Sally had taken care of the funeral arrangement as the news had hit him hard.
“Butch” and his Dad were very close and he took it really badly.

When they had announced they were getting married, out of all their friends and family only Butch, and Sally’s best friend Janice had supported them.
Everyone else had said they were too young, that they should wait and they should experience life first.
Sally’s parents were horrified when she told them she didn’t want to go to Art College.
That she needed to get a job so she could start saving up because she was going to marry Bill.
They had thought that she would grow out of it that it was just an infatuation, a maturity thing, and when she came to her senses she could just go to Art School the following year instead.
They didn’t know her as well as they thought.
Suffice is to say they didn’t think Bill was good enough for her but then no parent really believes that anyone is good enough for their daughter.
Bills parents didn’t want him to tie himself down so early in his life, even though they loved Sally almost as much as he did, they just wanted them to wait for a year or two.
Never the less they married in 1976.
She was nineteen and he was twenty.
Janice Monk was bridesmaid and Dave Butcher was best man.

When Butch called round he said that he needed a favor he was being posted to Sardinia for the next three years and he needed someone he could trust to house sit for him.
He still couldn’t bring himself to sell; the place still had too many memories.
“You could rent it out,” Sally suggested.
“It needs doing up before I can let it” Dave countered.
“And I only have a weeks leave”

So would they help him out and house sit while he was abroad, rent free, on the condition they did some of the maintenance.
They knew they would not be doing him as much of a favor as he would be doing them.
This was his way of thanking them for being there for him when his dad died.
So they agreed.
As it turned out they lived there for seven years.
And to keep their side of the bargain they did all the maintenance that needed doing including double glazing, repointing, a new kitchen, bathroom and even a conservatory..
As the years passed and the children arrived the family grew larger than the house.

Isabel, Abigail and Daniel were all born while they lived in that lovely house in Peartree Avenue.
The only reason they left was because Sally was expecting Harry.
Butch was still in the RAF and still abroad, he was in Berlin at this point.
Bill and Sally bought a four-bedroom house in the same road and Dave finally rented out the house, which had been their home for seven eventful years.

They again had some good fortune thanks to Mrs. Thatcher and Mr. Skargill’s handling of the coal mining industry as a long and bitter strike ensued.
This was a good time to be a policeman because of the almost unlimited overtime.
What was more significant however was because officers were being drawn from all over the country to police the strike it meant the stations were often short handed.
This created opportunities for uniformed officers.
It was on one such occasion after returning from a stint in the Nottinghamshire coalfields that Bill found himself in the right place at the right time.
There had been a gruesome discovery in woodland near the sleepy village of Pepperstock Green, The murdered and mutilated bodies of Anne Gresty and Juliana Molesworth.
Detective Inspector Walter Quilty had been asked to put a murder squad together to investigate and Bill was picked for the squad.

So when Bill was chosen for the murder squad it was at a time when he had pretty much given up any ambitions to be a detective, he thought he would just study for his Sergeants exam and stay in uniform.
The most difficult thing in the life of a P.C. isn’t getting onto a murder squad.
It’s being asked to stay on the team afterwards and be part of CID permanently.

One of the older hands on the squad told him “The trick is to get noticed, but for the right reasons, and with out it being obvious you are trying to get noticed”
He wasn’t prepared to play that kind of game; it seemed more trouble than it was worth.
He decided to leave all the tactics and brown nosing to his more ambitious peers.
Besides because of his size he was a difficult man not to notice.
So he would have to make sure he did what he was asked and hope for the best.
He needn’t have worried.

Walter Quilty had noticed Bill on several occasions during the course of the investigation and had been impressed with the quiet assuredness in which he handled his assignments and some of the more delicate situations they sometimes found themselves in.
So although he didn’t know it at the time DI Quilty had already earmarked Bill for the team even before Bill turned up the vital links, which lead to the arrest of the killer.
It turned out that the two women were lovers and after thorough searches of their homes Bill discovered that they had a mutual friend.
The mutual friend was Nicola Cuffe, also a lesbian.
She had formerly been involved in a sexual relationship with both of the dead women, although not at the same time.
When she discovered that her former lovers were now lovers themselves it enraged her to the point of committing murder, twice.
The act of mutilation was perpetrated out of sheer spite.
As if finding out Juliana and Anne were lover was not enough she then found their love letters and the knowledge that they were not just lovers but in love as well tipped Nicola over the edge.
So it was a crime of passion.

Detective Inspector Walter Quilty always liked to make new appointments to the team personally.
His favorite location for this, at any station, was the police canteen not because he took any pleasure in the foul brew misleadingly dispensed as tea, But because that was where people tended to be more relaxed and less formal.
Some DI’s liked to do it in the pub over a drink or two.
Walter Quilty didn’t drink himself; he didn’t care if others on the team drank as long as it didn’t affect their work in any way.
So when Quilty walked into the canteen Bill had no idea of his purpose in being there.
Having collected a mug of something brown, wet and luke warm he made his way towards the table occupied by Bill and another PC John Holt.
John was the same age as Bill but joined the force two years after him and they had become firm friends. He and his wife, Mary, were godparents to his eldest daughter Isabel.
“Morning gentlemen” he said, he sat down and stirred his tea and looked across at John Holt.
John fidgeted nervously and ran his finger inside his collar, excused himself and left.
If he’d stayed under Quilty’s stare any longer he felt he would have confessed to something, anything.
With PC Holt out of the way Walter turned his gaze upon Bill.
“That was good work on the Pepperstock case constable Overend” The DI said looking suspiciously at his tea.
“Thank you sir” Replied Bill
“How would you like get out of uniform permanently?” Quilty asked “and join my team?”
“Very much sir”
“Do you think you can handle it?” Questioned the DI
“Yes sir”
“Ok I’ll square it with Superintendent Foxton” Said Walter as he stood leaving his tea.
“Unless you hear otherwise report to CID tomorrow, eight thirty”
The DI said over his shoulder as he walked away.
“Yes sir”

Three years later Detective Constable Overend sat his Sergeants exam, and passed.
Two years after that Walter Quilty retired.

Quilty was replaced by a newly promoted Detective Inspector by the name of George Tiplady.
He proved to be as different as he could possibly be in every respect save two, firstly as a great judge of character and secondly his ability as a thief taker.
In 1993, Bill, having made himself a good reputation as a sound Detective, took his Inspectors exam and passed, just.
At the same time George Tiplady was promoted to Chief Inspector on the back of his success in solving, along with his DS Bill Overend, a very high profile child abduction case.
Arresting both abductors as well as securing the child’s release, unharmed.
Bill inherited most of Tiplady’s team plus the addition of two new transfers Detective Constable Boris Katarski and Detective Sergeant Tom Adamson.
He overheard the two men talking.
“Katarski where the hell does that come from” asked the DS.
“Cricklewood Sarge” he answered walking away.
“Ask a stupid question” Adamson muttered to himself.
Bill chose Tom Adamson as his DS.
He never regretted it.
After his promotion came through, Sally decided to take Bill and the children out for a family celebration.
She booked a table at “The Old Swan Inn” in the village of Chapel Green.
The restaurant had been highly recommended to her by their friend Janice, it certainly lived up to expectation and they had a great time.
As it was such a lovely day they decided to take the scenic route home, but as they were unfamiliar with the area they got lost.
They found themselves in a beautiful village called Chapel Hill.
There was a green at the center of the village complete with duckpond.
To one side of the green was the pub, The Woodcutters Tavern; attached to the side of the pub there was a general store and post office.
They parked the car in front of the pub, which was unfortunately shut, and started to walk across the green to inspect the ducks.
There was a small church, St Peter’s, almost hidden in the trees, only betrayed by the narrow steeple barely visible through dense foliage.
As they crossed the green they noticed on the farthest side, at the end of the lane, what appeared to be a for sale board.
Sally and Bill looked at each other shrugged and walked towards it.
When they reached the end of the lane they stopped and looked at the board.
Owen and Hargreaves of Abbottsford, it read.
Bill took out a pen and paper and started to write down the phone number.
“Hello there” said a disembodied voice.
Bill looked up and saw an elderly lady emerge from behind some shrubbery.
“Did you want to see round the house?” she said removing her gardening glove.
“Well we haven’t come from the agent,” said Bill hesitatingly.
“We were just out for a drive and got lost”
“Well you might as well see it as you’re here,” she said opening the gate.
“Come on in” she gestured
“Come on in I’m Mrs. Twiss, Edith Twiss” she offered her hand and cocked her head.
“Oh, I’m Bill Overend” he said taking her hand
“This is my wife Sally”
After introducing the children in turn they were given the full tour of the house and gardens ending with drinks for everyone on the patio.
“I only put the house on the market yesterday” Edith told them
“You’re the first to view”
She then told them that since the children, she had six, had grown up and moved away and her husband had “passed on” the house was just to big for her now.
So she was going to live with her daughter in Canada.
“I have the estate agents details in the house, it gives all the room sizes and such, I’ll just pop in and get it” she said disappearing through the French doors.
“What do you think?” whispered Sally
“Its lovely” replied Bill also I a whisper “It’s perfect”
Even though they only had a small amount left to repay on the mortgage and Bill now had his promotion they would still fall well short of the asking price had it not been for the contribution Sally was able to make.
It was always envisaged that when Sally left school she and her best friend, Janice Monk, would both go to art school.
However Sally’s plans changed when she met and fell in love with Bill.
Janice, the least talented of the two, went to college as planned and did very well for herself.
After several years working for other people she discovered her real talent, business.
She was capable at Art and Design but she was great at getting the best out of others and she proved to be very sharp as a businesswoman.
Janice had already made a very good reputation for herself in the industry by the time she set up her own company “Abbess Design” in the mid 80’s, specializing in high quality book illustrations, calendars, menus and greeting card design.
Once she had got “Abbess” off the ground she was in a position to be able to offer some freelance work to her old friend Sally.
Sally was a particularly good artist especially fine-detailed illustration.
This was heaven sent, it was something that she loved to do as a hobby, and to get paid for it was a bonus.
It was also something she could fit in around the demands of the children.
She didn’t even have to leave the house.
The assignments were delivered to her at home by a courier and they would also collect the finished work as required.
She used some of her earning on new materials and the odd treat but the majority went into the savings account.
It was the money in this account, which would make up the shortfall and enable them to move to Chapel Green.