Chapter 17 Samantha’s Brother
Raymond Dodd wasn’t under any illusions about his sister’s fidelity and men were her prime objective. When she was born he knew she was the favourite of the family and she was spoilt right from the word go. Raymond resented the slight that he felt at being an inferior object, so it was necessary to take certain steps, but he would have to wait until the young chick had flown the nest.
At the age of sixteen Samantha was beginning to get bored with life and she craved excitement. Spending money was not one of her vices, although mum and dad had named her their main beneficiary, clearly leaving Raymond out in the cold.
Raymond often woke up with Samantha caressing his member and wanting him to make love to her and he would kick her out of his bed and saying, ‘It’s not possible.’
At seventeen years of age she left home without leaving a note. Raymond was twenty one by that time. His parents were getting to that stage when they needed help and had asked Raymond for his assistance and promising him that they would change their will in his favour, which they never did. They were hoping that Samantha would come home, but she never did.
As far as Raymond was concerned this was the right time for him to get his own back. Accidents in the home were commonplace and when you are old and doddery, all sorts of things can happen.
Raymond dialed 999 and asked for an ambulance. He stated that he had found his dad laying dazed at the foot of the stairs. Raymond was surprised to find him still breathing – giving him that gentle push at the top of the stairs apparently wasn’t enough.
The ambulance paramedics called and carted his dad to the hospital. He said he couldn’t come as his mother was ill in bed and he would have to keep her company. He was adding that something extra to her food to help her on the way out. He had found something untraceable.
It was a sad moment when he announced to his friends and neighbours that dear old mum and dad had passed away and the funeral would take place in a fortnight’s time. There was no suspicion at their deaths by anyone as neighbours and friends said he had been at their beck and call and had been a doting son right to their end. The funeral would take place the following Friday and their wishes were to be that they each wanted to be buried and not cremated. Raymond invited all who came to the funeral to attend the function afterwards at the local Golf Club to celebrate their passing.
Samantha couldn’t be traced and so with some difficulty Raymond’s name eventually appeared on the document as the main beneficiary of his mum and dad’s will
It was an expensive exercise, but worth it as the estate was quite adequate – half a million plus the house. Raymond was happy to stay where he was for the time being and he decided to have the house completely gutted and have it decorated throughout and new furnishings put in place. It was to take three months to complete. He lived for a further three years in the house enjoying the newness of it all.
Raymond passed his driving test and drove every day as if to go to work. He never did any of course, just pottered around aimlessly and it was on one of the days out when buying his daily paper to see how the world was doing without his help when he read a report of a Samantha Dodd being brutally murdered and that the killer was still at large.
It was time to take action again and it was against the grain that he would have to do a proper job. Perhaps, on second thoughts it might not be a bad idea to do something useful with his life.
He read in the local newspaper that policemen were in short supply and the authorities were looking for motorcycle police and other vacancies that needed to be filled in London’s New Scotland Yard. An application form had been printed in the newspaper and Raymond started to fill it in. It was ironic really that a person such as he should apply for this type of job when he really was guilty of murder himself. He shrugged his shoulders and then smiled to himself, drumming his fingers on the writing bureau and saying ‘What the hell! They don’t know that.’ He got up and walked to the nearest post box.
Dodd thought it would be a good idea to purchase a house not too far from Scotland Yard. Probably half to three quarters of an hours ride away. He had plenty of money thanks to his generous parents and was able to pay cash. It was a large house but it needed to have some refinements added and while he was waiting for answers from the police, he would start on his embellishments to the property.
Raymond passed his physical with flying colours and began his training as a policeman with others. He met Sam Lodge and they became firm friends. Raymond always had a plan buzzing round his brain and should he and Sam pass their written exams and also pass their practical tests, it was going to be a devil of a job for him to explain to Sam his true intentions – but that would be a bridge to cross over should they were both be successful in their final exams. Of course it didn’t dawn on Raymond that they might be posted to different police outposts, so he decided to pair up with Sam on every occasion and also help him with his exams and also make sure he passed all his practical tests.
The day came when the results were given to all the entrants in a sealed envelope and where they were to be posted. Raymond and Sam had passed and both were assigned to New Scotland Yard. So Raymond’s tenacity and attentiveness to some of Sam’s failings were successful – it was a shame that Sam had signed his own death warrant, because at the end of it all Sam would have to go.