For Badboy,
Turning to his second in command Russell, Letsby said, "I'm going to crack this case ." To which Charlie Russell replied, "that crate of vintage wine which the Governing Body sent to you, I thought you were going to save it for a special birthday celebration?" "Not that case," came back the reply ," I am talking about the murder enquiry, the vintage can wait for now ,although I don't want to leave it around for the memorial ,the number of partakers are increasing you know and it will soon get consumed at the present rate of growth.
The following morning Letsby walked briskly into the mortuary. I hate this depressing place ,cold and drab with a body on the slab, he thought to himself. "Hello is anybody there?" his voice echoed through the canyons of tiled rooms."Can I help you?" a very deep sonorous voice belted out just behind his left ear causing him to jump a foot in the air. "I wish you wouldn't do that," said the police officer to the mortuary attendant,"you'll be the death of me, one of these days." Sorry about that but it's the only fun I get around here with all these filing cabinets full of the deceased, look! ,six in yesterday all needing an autopsy," exclaimed Ivor Goodbody ."Listen up Ivor, I'm in rather a rush to get an autopsy report finalised .A chap was brought in yesterday by the name of I M Aborgman . He was ; until his untimely demise, a traveling overseer for a religious cult ,a gee up man you might say." The attendant replied ," You are a worring little sausage aren't you, have no fear Ivor is here , we have worked through the night and everything is complete, You can slide the poor soul out in order to look at him and then I will get the paper work for you.Are you ready,? notice how the new electronic no touch stainless steel filing cabinets operate, just wave your hand over the bar code but stand to one side because the runners are very responsive.Just at that moment whilst Letsby stood back waving at the cabinet in front of him ,a body file struck him from the rear knocking him to the cold marble floor."What the( expletive deleted )is going on here Mr. Goodbody?" said the chief as he tried to recover his dignity and stand upright." I am so sorry," retorted Ivor "we have been experiencing some teething troubles with the lasers, I think the bar codes have got put on the wrong boxes.Would you like to lie down for a minute while a fetch you a drink?" "Are you kidding me,? if lie down in here I'm likely to end up with a white shroud covering my naked body," said Letsby feeling very nervous by this time. Ivor by now was feeling very abashed and stared down at his feet and said to the police officer, "well there's no need to cut up rough." With that Letsby Avingyou snatched up the paper work and ran from the building shouting "that's what I'm afraid of."
To be continued after the break.
Disclaimer; The details of the fictional account above bears no resembelence to any person dead or alive unless somebody knows anything different .