Chapter 5: Danny - Deputy Disposer

SPECIAL GROUP FRIDAY

Brians alarm woke him at seven am. He had breakfast and headed to the garage. Letting himself in, he secured the outer door then went through into the inner room. When he switched the light on, Terry, who had been lying there in darkness for hours wondering what on earth had happened to him, looked relieved to see him.

He tried to speak but only muffled noises escaped. There was a puzzled look on his face as Brian sat at the side of the table making no attempt to release him. Brian put a finger to his lips for silence.

‘Keep quiet, then you can hear what I have to say,’ he told him. ‘Terry Andrews,’ he began, ‘You have been found guilty of drug dealing by a jury of twelve of your peers. Because you have already had a warning, you are sentenced to death.’ As he said that Terry’s eyes went from looking puzzled to terrified.

‘Your actions have brought death, suffering and misery to many,’ Brian continued, ‘They did when you worked for Adam Geralds, and they are carrying on doing so now you are trying to take over Adam Geralds customers.’

‘Adam Geralds died on this table with an overdose of heroin injected into the groin. It took him several hours to die and he died in agony.’ Brian showed him a full syringe of fluid. ‘A fate he well deserved. Your execution will have some similarities.

I am going to prepare you in a few minutes. When you are prepared ready, before I set things in motion, I will remove your gag. If you say anything other than what I am about to ask you, or shout or argue, the gag will be replaced immediately never to be removed again ever. Your execution will then go ahead.’

‘If, however, when your gag is removed, you give exact details of your suppliers, how you pay them, where you collect from and every other item of information you know, I will go easy on you. Do you understand? Blink three times if you do.’ Terry blinked like mad.

‘Adam Geralds didn’t believe me,’ Brian told him. ‘When I took his gag off, he started arguing, so I replaced it immediately then injected him with the fatal dose. So, in case you do the same, I will prepare you first.’

Brian undid the strap around Terry’s waist, undid his trousers and pulled his trousers and shorts down as far as he could. Then he refastened the strap over the bare skin of his waist. Next, he undid the strap over his thighs which enabled him to pull his clothes down further.

Refastening the strap over his now bare thighs, he felt along Terry’s groin until he found the right spot. Then pushed a canula into his vein. Once he saw some blood ooze out into the hypodermic, he turned the little tap on the canula to the off position, then withdrew the needle which left a plastic tube behind giving a permanent access direct into his vein. Next, he connected a tube to the canula that he had prepared earlier. He knew Terry couldn’t see it as he was lying flat.

Terry now had a tube direct into his femoral vein with a tap on it. Just like you get put into a vein in your hand or arm when you go into hospital. Looking down at Terry, Brian told him, ‘I now have a direct line into your vein. If you don’t do what I ask, all I have to do is connect this syringe to it and in seconds your long-suffering death begins.’

‘Do as I ask, and I won’t use it. Here is my tape recorder,’ Brian said showing it to him. ‘I’m going to set it to record, then remove your gag. You say nothing but your full name, then these are my suppliers, then give their names and addresses. Then you explain how you pay, how you collect and every other bit of information you have. If I feel you are holding back or you don’t give the information, I will inject immediately. The choice is yours.’

Brian set his recorder, put it on the table near Terry’s mouth, then undid the gag. The moment it was off, Terry drew a couple of deep breaths then started reciting names, addresses and all sorts of details. He kept going for several minutes, then came to a stop. ‘That’s everything I know,’ he said.

‘You have been very sensible,’ Brian told him. ‘I’m going to put the hypodermic away.’ As he spoke, he showed it to Terry then put it up on a shelf. ‘I’m going to put the gag back on whilst I go and check this information then I’ll return and release you. Unless of course you have lied in which case the hypodermic will be used. Do you want to add or change anything?’ ‘No,’ Terry said, ‘I’ve told you everything, honest.’

Brian put the gag back in and fastened the strap holding it in place. Then he turned the tap on the canula on before putting a blanket over him. What Terry couldn’t see was the blood running out of his groin down the tube into a drum under the table. Brian knew Terry wouldn’t feel the blood flowing, he would just go steadily weaker until his system closed down. A humane end he didn’t deserve.

‘I’ll be back as soon as I can.’ Brian told him as he switched the light off and closed the door.

Brian returned to the station and typed out a transcript of the tape recording. Then he locked the recording in his safe. The transcript he put in the draw of his desk ready to be dealt with. Then he had to go out unexpectedly and deal with another case which ended up tying him up all day. When he eventually got through, he was exhausted. He went home to bed.

SPECIAL GROUP SATURDAY

The following day, Brian returned to the garage. Going in, he took the blanket off. He could see that no blood was now flowing. Terry’s face was blue. He felt for a pulse on Terry’s neck, but there was none. Next, he checked his eyes, always a good test. Certain he was dead, he pulled out the canula. Checking the drum under the table he could tell from its weight it was two thirds full of blood.

Taking off all the straps, Brian rolled the body into a bag. Wrapping up the syringe, canula, needle and tube in a piece of cloth, he tucked it inside the bag before sealing it up. Moving it onto the trolley, he wheeled it under the table then putting the drum of blood in his boot, he set off home.

Arriving home, he emptied the blood onto his compost heap, then washed out the drum before tipping the water also onto his compost heap. The drum went back into his boot ready to return to the garage.

Before he went inside, he sent a text, ‘Item ready for collection.’

That message was forwarded by the Super to Paul just as he and Lucy were getting married at the Manor Hotel. It didn’t disturb the wedding ceremony because Paul had given his special phone to his best man to look after until they returned from their honeymoon.

The best man had of course switched off his phones during the ceremony. He didn’t see the message until he switched them back on later that evening. When Danny saw the message, he noted it but decided it could wait until Sunday. He and Lorraine were stopping over at the Manor like most of the guests.

After breakfast on Sunday the bride and groom left to catch their plane to Venice for their weeks honeymoon. The rest of the guests stayed on and had Sunday lunch. Midafternoon, everyone said their goodbyes and left. Lorraine returned to Dannys where she was staying for the night.

When they got home Danny announced that he had to pop out and do a small job for Paul so he would be away for half an hour. He got changed into some older clothes and went next door. Paul had put him on his van’s insurance, so he took the van to the garages.

Backing up close, he opened up the garage door then backed up even closer. He went in and opened the cupboard under the bench. Pulling out the trolley he wheeled it to the back of the van. Because it was also at the same level as the back of the van, he was able to slide the item off the trolley into the van quite easily.

He put the trolley back, then pulled the van forward a little. Closing the back of the van and then the garage door, he drove down to Pauls building site. Here he did the same thing in reverse. He opened the door to Paul’s workshop and opened the back of the van. He brought out Paul’s trolley and dragged the item out of the van onto the trolley.