‘Well, it does seem history has a habit or repeating itself doesn’t it Wyse? At least I can make sure this time things don’t get out of hand.’ said Rogers.
‘This is ridiculous,’ said Wyse, who was fairly certain what QO 232 had said wasn’t funny in any situation, ‘you can’t be saying that a man who dies with a bucket on his head is a natural death, surely there is something suspicious about it all?’
Neither officer was in a fit state to answer and any hope of salvation was quickly vanishing, he turned towards Elms, at least he wasn’t alone in this. Although not wanting to admit any blame as he was in the right, there was a time when all of us need to take responsibility thought Wyse. In this case Elms would be required to take responsibility for his part.
Wyse controlled his quivering voice and implored Elms, ‘don’t you think this is a bit odd?’
‘Yes I do, ’ replied Elms, ‘in fact and including the other four deaths I’ve been to where the dead have had a bucket stuck on their heads, I’ve thought them all to be suspicious.’
It was odd thought Wyse, that just when you were about to be saved after falling overboard by being thrown a lifeline, you discovered they had forgotten to tie it to anything.
‘So,’ said QO 232, ‘you believe this is the work of a serial bucket killer. Well I’m glad you bought this to our attention, I’ll be sure to let CID know exactly why they’ve been dragged out of bed at this time in the morning, just so they can pass on their full appreciation to you later.’
‘Well if you do, can you mention that the third incident involved a wheelie bin and technically the whole body was in the bin upside down. In fact she wasn’t actually dead. She was such a short lady she had lost her balance whilst throwing her rubbish away and therefore probably doesn’t fit the M.O. of our bucket killer.’ Elms happily replied.
Wyse groaned.
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