My Mother, a Serial Killer by Hazel Baron

Author:Hazel Baron
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Published: 2018-02-19T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

RAY KELLY

‘YOU DIDN’T TELL ME ANYTHING ABOUT CAVANAGH!’

Harry stood with his back against the grubby wall of the interview room while Dulcie sat at the stained table, still with her hat on. The room stank of the thousands of cigarettes smoked in there; it also smelt of despair.

Dulcie didn’t look up.

‘No,’ she said.

‘You didn’t tell me that the girl Ruby was your daughter, did you?’ he said.

Dulcie’s head shot up. She realised the police had been doing their homework and now it seemed her husband knew her secrets. Taken totally by surprise, she could see no way to lie about it.

‘No,’ she said.

‘You didn’t tell me anything about getting three hundred pounds and two hundred pounds from Tommy Tregenza either, did you?’ Harry said, according to police notes of the conversation.

‘No, I didn’t get three hundred pounds from Tommy, I only got two hundred pounds,’ Dulcie said defiantly. As if the other one hundred pounds would have made any difference.

‘You didn’t tell me you got the two hundred pounds off Tommy Tregenza either did you?’

‘No.’

‘This man here told me that you paid one hundred pounds to Knox and Downs store a few days before Tommy Tregenza died. You didn’t tell me about that either, did you?’

‘No.’

Dulcie began to cry. When Hazel heard much later about the tears, she thought it was another remarkable performance from her mother. As far as she was aware, Dulcie never cried. She shed no tears when she dumped her four children, nor when she lost the other four to miscarriages. She could tell hard-luck stories until the cows came home but it was all for sympathy. Dulcie wasn’t the sort of person to feel sorry for herself. She had killed three men including her own husband without shedding a tear. She possessed no conscience. She was lethal.

Hazel figured that like the stories, the tears were put on for pity. As an act, it didn’t work on the cops who just watched on patiently, but it worked on Harry even as he realised she had hidden half her life from him. He would still walk over hot coals for her.

Dulcie’s faithful husband of thirteen years put his hands on the back of her chair. He really did love and care for her.

‘How much more haven’t you told me?’ he said.

Dulcie kept silent.

‘Why don’t you tell the truth about everything? You would feel much better if you told the truth. I have told the truth now and I feel better already. If you had anything to do with the deaths of Tommy and Sam, why don’t you tell this man about it? Did you give Sam arsenic?’

‘Yes, I gave it to him on a chop for breakfast.’ Detectives Kelly, Palmer and Ritchie had been watching the confrontation but even they were surprised by her sudden admission. At this point, Kelly gave Dulcie the same warning that Harry had received. She did not have to answer questions unless she wanted as anything she said may be used in evidence.

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