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Copyright Steven Rose 2003. Not to be reproduced without the author's permission.
MARTIN ROBERTS INVESTIGATES THE GREYMOUNT COLLEGE MURDERS
Chapter 2
In the almost three years since he had come to national prominence during his investigation of the Disco murders, life had changed quite dramatically for Superintendent Martin Roberts. The first change had been personal in that both he and his partner, Tom Baxter, had adopted two children, both boys, now aged just over two. The arrival of these two youngsters had brought changes to both their lives, more so however from Tom than Martin. Tom had agreed to give up his lucrative career as a civil rights barrister to stay at home to look after the children. To his own surprise Tom had found the change from court work to acting as a consultant was quite satisfying and the variety of cases gave him plenty of mental exercise. Now that the children had turned two, both Tom and Martin were considering sending them to a part time nursery several afternoons a week with the objective of allowing them to go full time when they were three. This would enable Tom to return to go back to his Chambers for parts of the week. Martin had remained in the Metropolitan Police and was still the Superintendent in charge of the specialist unit that investigated crimes against gays. In addition to this work, the Superintendent had been given greater responsibility in regards to the Metropolitan Police's public relations activities. Martin often spoke to various gatherings about the changing role of the modern police force as well as appearing on radio and television crime discussion programmes.
It was a quiet weekend for the two men and their children and they had enjoyed their time together as a family. Martin enjoyed the limited times he got to see the children and usually took the lion's share of their care at weekends. They had all been invited to spend the afternoon with their old friends Chief Inspector Mark Jamieson, his wife, Ruth, and their son, David. After the conclusion of the investigation into the Disco murders, Mark had left Martin's team to take up a new post following his promotion. The Chief Inspector still lived not far from Martin and Tom but now was leading the detective division of a police force just outside the London area. Martin had spent some time getting the two boys ready and they were both excitedly waiting for Tom to appear. Martin smiled at Harry and said,
"Run and ask Tom to hurry up, will you?"
The small boy ran off, closely followed by his sibling, Simon, both boys calling for Tom and returned moments later dragging their other parent behind them. The afternoon went extremely well and all three boys seemed to play well together while the grown-ups chatted about a wide range of topics. All too soon it was time for Tom and Martin to get their children ready for the return journey. They had just begun to do this when the telephone rang and Mark hurried to answer it. It was obvious from the look on the Chief Inspector's face that the call had been a serious one. Mark looked at the other adults before solemnly saying,
"There been a body found in the grounds of a local private school, I'm afraid I'm going to have to leave as soon as possible and get over to have a look. It may be that it's the result of an accident but until we've confirmed that I'm going to have to treat it as a suspicious death."
"Absolutely right, Mark. You can't tell me the name of the school can you?" came the reply from Martin, "It's just that I am scheduled to speak at a school near here tomorrow morning ^Ö Greymount College I believe it is. Mike Rickwood is driving me there in the morning."
"What an incredible coincidence, Martin, that's where this body has been found!"
"Well I won't interfere, Mark, but if Mike and I can be of any help and if you think we should still go tomorrow let me know."
"And, if Ruth would like us to stay behind and help clear up after the kids, we'd be happy to oblige, wouldn't we Marty?" chimed in Tom.
Ruth smiled appreciatively but said,
"That won't be necessary, thank you both for offering. I'm quite used to losing my husband at critical moments like these."
The visitors and their hosts made their way to the door and after they had made their farewells, made their way to their cars. As they were leaving, Martin rolled down the window and called across to Mark,
"Let me know if you want any help or if you don't want us there tomorrow."
Mark waved and replied,
"Will do!"
As they drove back to their apartment, Tom looked across at his lover and said,
"I hope that you are not going to get too deeply involved, I know that you enjoy working with Mark but we have responsibilities now and I need your support at home."
"I know, Tom. I can't get involved directly as it's not my area and Mark will be in charge. Also we don't know if the death is suspicious, an accident or suicide. I was only being helpful as a friend. Unless Mark asks directly for Scotland Yard to intervene I could only be there in an advisory capacity and my superiors would have to agree to that anyway." Tom was less than satisfied with the response but let the matter drop, as it was the first time since they had the children that the possibility of a conflict of interests had arisen. Throughout this discussion, the young children, who were in the back of the vehicle and secure in their car seats, slept peacefully. Neither of them hardly stirred when they were carried inside and put straight to bed.
It was still early but Tom suggested that he and Martin took advantage of the fact that the children were tired out and they themselves had a early night. Tom hand caressing his lover's cock through the material of Martin's trousers accompanied the proposal. The older man began to harden immediately and this was taken by his partner to signify the older lover's full agreement with the plan. The pair of lovers quickly retired to their room where they lost no time in undressing each other and then tumbling onto the top of the bed. Tom could not wait to get his lips around the velvety soft exposed head of Martin's cut prick and wasted no time in achieving his objective. Martin swung his body into a position from which he could reciprocate and take his lover's uncut cock into his mouth as well. With the children in the house the two men had become less uninhibited in their lovemaking and, although they still enjoyed a good long slow fuck, they had found that their mutual pleasure in oral sex often satisfied their most pressing needs. Tonight was no exception and each of the two used their lips, tongue and occasionally their teeth, to tease and excite the other. Martin had become an expert on how to give the maximum amount to his lover by using his lips and tongue on the most sensitive parts of the uncut cock and Tom was equally skilful at pleasuring his partner. The slow build up began until each man had the other's rampant dick deep in his throat and their fingers played with their balls and arse holes. After a short while they began to slide in and out of each other's mouths and to increase the speed of their thrusts. It was soon obvious that the inevitable result was not going to be delayed for much longer and it was Tom who unleashed his powerful blasts of cum first. Martin felt the warm sticky spunk fire into his throat and onto his tongue as he fought to swallow the tasty tribute. The effect was to set the older lover's orgasm into motion and soon Tom was receiving his reward and gulping down the torrent of jizz that Martin's balls had produced. After their sexual needs had been satisfied the two lovers lay side by side on the bed arms enfolding each other before they finally pulled the covers over each other and drifted off into a contented sleep.
As usual Harry and Simon awoke early the next morning and the sounds coming from their bedroom brought both Tom and Martin back to consciousness. Martin went into the boys' bedroom and supervised the process of getting them up, washed and dressed and Tom prepared the breakfast for the four of them. Just as they had all sat down to eat the telephone rang. It was Mark calling to tell Martin the latest developments on the dead body found at Greymount College.
"It appears that he was a teacher at the College but it's not clear why he was in the place where he was found, apparently it is out of bounds to all students. The first indication is that it was either an accident or suicide. Obviously everyone at the College is in a state of shock but I get the impression that they would like you to come to give your talk and then they can try to keep some form of normality going. Some of the students, especially those in the dormitory where he was Assistant House Master, are very upset but their House Master and the Principal think that your visit would be of great value."
"OK, then Mark I'll be there as arranged. See you just before 11."
As Martin replaced the receiver, Tom looked at his lover and said,
"So you're going to the College this morning?"
Martin smiled reassuringly at his partner before he replied,
"Yes, Tom. But don't worry, they seem to think the death was accidental and there is only a question of why he was in the building that he was found. So there's no need for me to get involved."
"I'm glad to hear that, Marty. I hope he's right."
Harry and Simon looked at the two men and started to giggle and make a mess so Tom and Martin returned their attention to the two children, who immediately began to behave themselves. Martin looked at the two boys sternly and said,
"OK you guys. I don't want any more trouble from you two today. Tom will be taking you to the Nursery this afternoon and I shall see you tonight. I don't want to hear that you have misbehaved or I shall be on the warpath."
Two little faces turned towards the older man and replied, almost in unison.
"OK, Martin. We'll be good today."
Tom smiled to himself as he heard the two responses and then waited while his lover got his things together ready for work. Martin returned to the kitchen and kissed both boys and then Tom before leaving the apartment and heading towards the nearby Underground Station.
At Scotland Yard, Martin met with his new assistant, Sergeant Mike Rickwood, and told him that they would be going to Greymount College as planned later that morning. The young sergeant was pleased that the visit to the College was still going ahead as it gave him a respite from the routine office work and driving the Superintendent to his talk would be a great change. In addition Mike knew that Greymount College was an all boys school and he would get the chance to admire the attractive bodies of the older students while his boss was talking to them. Mike smiled broadly when he was reassured that the lecture had not been cancelled and said to Martin,
"I'm glad it's on, sir, it'll make a bit of a change. Chief Inspector Jamieson rang in a few minutes ago to say that they are still expecting us and that he is waiting for the post mortem report on the dead man and he hopes to have that by the time we arrive."
Good. Thank you, Mike. I suggest we leave in about 30 minutes, just give me a short time to check through what I want to say and then we'll be off."
"Yes, sir. I come back in half an hour."
Meanwhile at Greymount College, Mark Jamieson was starting to piece together the sequence of events that preceded the discovery of Lawrence Miller's body in the basement of a disused and out of bounds tower in the College grounds. From discussions with various parties he had ascertained some basic information about the victim's movements prior to his death. Raymond Collinson, the House Master of Marston House, had informed Mark that he had recently returned to duty following the birth of his second child. The House Master had offered Lawrence the Saturday off as a token of his thanks for his assistant doing so well in looking after the dormitory during his absence. However, Mr Collinson was unable to say how Lawrence had spent his day off, as he had not seen him that Saturday but had assumed that the teacher had gone back to his flat in London. The first that the House Master knew of his assistant's absence was when the House Captain, Paul Ferris, had reported to him that there was no-one present to supervise the Sunday morning breakfast. Raymond Collinson then continued his narrative,
"I was rather annoyed as I had not expected to return to work until Monday and had given up Saturday as a gesture of good will. Sunday was also the day of the annual cricket match between the College team and the Parents, a nice gentle warm up game. I was expected to be around to talk to parents along with the Principal and other House Masters and hoped that poor Mr Miller would be available to run the House for the day. I was not initially concerned and thought that maybe Lawrence had had a late night at that I would get a phone call from him to say that he would be back in College very soon. I did not immediately inform Mr Scott-Brown, the Principal of the problem because I did not want to cause trouble for a teacher with such a promising future. However, by the time of the start of the cricket match I was torn between the needs of the dormitory and those of the parents and had to explain what was going on to Mr Scott-Brown. I could not ask the House Captain to play a greater role in the dormitory because, as you may know, he is the star player and the captain of the cricket team. I spent my time from Sunday lunchtime between trying to make contact with Mr miller and entertaining parents. It was only after the cricket match was over and there was still no sign of, or work about, Lawrence that I became more concerned and agreed with the Principal that we should organise a discrete search. I got most of the senior students, other members of staff from the College and their senior boys and we agreed to thoroughly scour the whole of the grounds. We did the main buildings first and then spread out across the rest of the College grounds. I can't remember who suggested that we look in the tower, but when we did, we discovered the poor man's body. I immediately informed Mr Scott-Brown and together we informed the Police."
Mark nodded and said,
"Thank you, Mr Collinson, a very full account and a very distressing set of circumstances. Please accept my sympathies. Please try to remember who suggested the tower as a possible place to search, it might be important, although at the moment it looks like a terrible accident. I assume the man had no reason to take his own life?"
Raymond Collinson shook his head violently and exclaimed,
"Absolutely none that I can think of, no."
Mark accepted this confirmation of his own impression but then added,
"However, I do have two other questions. First, why would Mr Miller have been near the tower and why would he have gone into a building that was known to be dangerous and out of bounds to staff and students?"
"In answer to the first question, it is a pleasant walk through the woods and down to the fields and river beyond and as I don't know when he died it may be that he decided to use that route to the pub sometime on Saturday. As to the second question, your guess is as good as mine. Chief Inspector. If I was to hazard a guess I'd say that it is possible that he saw something or thought he saw something and went to investigate. The tower is used, I am led to believe, by the odd illicit student smoker and possible Lawrence saw one and went to intercept him. In the darkness he stumbled into a room in the tower and trod on one of the many very weak boards on the floor and crashed through to his death. "
Mark nodded as the House Master gave his speculative account but the Chief Inspector felt that the explanation was an unlikely one. If a student had been present and seen the teacher fall he would surely have gone for assistance despite the trouble he himself would have been in. Nevertheless, the detective decided not to pursue the matter,
"OK, thank you for now, Mr Collinson. You've been very helpful." The Chief Inspector next turned his attention to Mr Scott-Brown. Despite his outward appearance of friendliness and the ready smile, Mark regarded the Principal of Greymount College with considerable dislike. It was not just his natural prejudice against private education in general and boys only boarding schools in particular but also the belief that beneath the rather false smile Mr Scott-Brown was a cruel and not particularly likeable man. In addition, the principal had a pompous way of speaking that annoyed the Chief Inspector.
"Oh Chief Inspector, what a tragedy this is. Poor Mr Miller, such a promising teaching such a future ahead of him, taken from us so suddenly. Yes, indeed, a great loss to this College and to the teaching profession. The students loved him. We shall all miss him terribly. I have spoken to his poor family, they are as devastated as we are."
"Indeed so, Mr Scott-Brown", Mark finally got a word in, "May I ask you about the events leading up to the finding of the body?"
"Yes, although I must say my knowledge is pretty scant and I doubt if I can offer any further information to that which you have received from Mr Collinson. He's devastated as well, you know, as are the students in Marston House. Yes, well, I became aware of Mr Miller's absence just at the start of the lunch before the College versus the Parents cricket match was about to start. Mr Collinson told me about Lawrence's absence and I agreed that he should try to locate him, discreetly, of course but at the same time act normally with the parents. When the match was over and they still had not found any clue to Mr Miller's whereabouts I agreed to a search of the College. The rest you know Chef Inspector and as soon as I could I informed the local Police and you arrived to investigate. It seems like a tragic accident to me."
"First indications seem to confirm that, Mr Scott-Brown but we will have to have it confirmed by the autopsy. Tell me, did Mr Miller have any reason to kill himself and, if not, why would he have been anywhere near the tower?"
"I can think of no reason why Mr Miller would take his own life, everything he was doing was going so well and as far as I knew he had no personal problems or worries. I think he went into the tower because he saw something suspicious and went to investigate. We do have trespassers and a small number of incidents of vandalism on College grounds, so it's possible that he saw someone he did not think should be there and went after them with the tragic results we all know about."
Mark again thought that the explanation lacked some degree of plausibility but accepted the comment for the time being and indicated that he had no further questions.
"Well Chief Inspector, if you'll excuse me I had better go and prepare myself for the visit of an old friend of yours I believe, Superintendent Martin Roberts. I hope you will join us, if your inquisitorial duties permit you to do so."
"Yes I'm very much hoping to hear him, Mr Scott-Brown, although I may be called away and, in any case, I see him and his partner and their children quite often. They are family friends as well as Martin being my former boss."
"Good, good, I'll look forward to seeing you later then."
Mark turned away and started to walk back towards the tower thinking that he had not really got the fullest picture yet of the last hours of Lawrence Miller's life. The Chief Inspector wanted to see whether any of the students at the College had any information but the general feeling among the staff that they should hold off from talking to the young students until they had come to terms with what had happened. Mark looked at his watch and realised that Martin would be set to arrive very shortly so he hurried on to the tower to have a final look around before he made his way back up to main College building to hear the superintendent give his talk. Mark hoped that he might ask Martin to appeal for information at the end of the lecture.
One member of the audience for Martin's lecture was Paul Ferris who had run through a wide range of emotions since the previous Saturday morning when he had first discovered that Lawrie Miller was to have the day off duty. The young student had expected to have a message from his teacher arranging a place and time for them to meet for sex. Paul had been greatly disappointed when he did not receive any communication and discovered that the House Master believed that his assistant had probably gone to London for the day. Mr Collinson had also told Paul that Lawrie was expected to be back on duty the following day. Paul had decided to go to the cricket nets that morning to have a short practice before lessons began and also he intended to meet Peter Fowler at the old score box. Peter had been appointed the College team scorer for the year and Paul wanted to explain to him how the scoreboard operated. The young cricketer had recruited a couple of friends to bowl to him and had gone off to the nets, telling Peter to meet him there after about thirty minutes. The net had gone well and some of Paul's frustration at missing Lawrie was expended in some lusty hitting. As expected, Peter had arrived and Paul had taken him off to the score box to show him the ropes. Once inside, the older student made his intentions perfectly clear and began to feel the younger boy's genitals through his thin trousers. Peter leaned back against the score box wall as his older friend gently caressed life into his small but growing cock. The younger boy had just begun to respond by feeling Paul's obviously hard dick through his cricket whites when the older boy stopped him for a moment and said quietly,
"Hold on a minute, Peter, I know a better place where we can really get down to a good session. Stay here out of sight and I'll go and check it out." The younger boy nodded enthusiastically and Paul opened the door of the score box carefully and then closed it again behind him. The older student went off in the direction of the disused tower, but quickly returned to the score box when he saw someone he did not recognise walking on another path towards the tower. On re-entering the score box, Paul whispered softly to his waiting friend,
"Sorry, it's not safe out there at the moment but it's OK in here, provided we're quick and quiet. Is that OK?"
Peter who had been nursing his cock all the time he had been waiting for Paul to return nodded his agreement and the older student quickly unzipped the younger boy's trousers and released his cock which was very hard. Paul began to wank the younger boy with long strokes exposing and covering the head with each movement. On a whim Paul leaned forward and took the exposed and sensitive head of Peter's cock between his lips and began to suck the boy's cock into his mouth. Peter gasped and wanted to cry out in his excitement but remembered the warning the older student had given and so bit his lip. The effect of Paul's oral assault on the younger teen's cock was almost immediate and Peter began to fire his cum onto the older student's tongue and down his throat. Paul lapped up the hot young sweet tasting spunk and did not allow a drop to be lost as the younger boy's natural impulses took over and he worked his cock in and out between the older boy's lips. When the jizz had finally stopped flowing Paul released Peter's cock and looked up smiling at his new young friend, who grinned back at him and said, quietly but excitedly,
"Wow!! That was awesome!! I never had that done to me before. It was fantastic!! I'm glad I'm team scorer this year if this is what I get as a reward!!"
"Well, maybe most times, especially if we win, peter. Now I think you need to attend to me!!"
Peter quickly released Paul's straining dick from the confines of the older student's cricket trousers and proceeded to demonstrate that his wanking skills had greatly improved since their first meeting. Peter was also tempted to take Paul's cock into his mouth but a she had never sucked a dick he was a bit wary. Instead he leaned forward so that his face was very close to the rampant dick and wanked it hard. Within a few moments, Paul was ready to fire his ball cream and Peter aimed the throbbing dick at his own face and received a volley of creamy cum sprayed over his face, nose and lips. Tentatively, Peter licked the spunk from his lips and found that the taste was OK. He tried to get more into his mouth and Paul, seeing what the younger boy was doing, scoped some onto his fingers and fed it into the randy young teen's mouth. When they had fully recovered, Peter whispered,
"Next time, I won't be so scared and I'll have you cum in my mouth. I made me hard again!! Hand on let me wank off a second time!!"
Paul watched as the younger boy used his hand to bring himself relief and saw the creamy ball cream shoot a short distance before falling onto the floor of the score box. Paul smiled and said,
"Next time, we'll go to somewhere quieter and safer and where we can get totally undressed and then I'll have both your loads and you can suck all mine!!"
After they had made themselves respectable again the two boys had carefully opened the door and left the score box then they had returned separately to the main College buildings for the start of morning lessons. The rest of the morning went quite well for Paul and in the afternoon he met with the College cricket coach, David Graham, to finalise the team for the game against the parents. Later in the afternoon, Paul and the team had gone to the cricket field for some more practice. Paul was still disappointed that he had had no word from Lawrie but was equally excited about the start of a new cricket season.
Annoyance at Lawrie's absence continued on the Sunday morning when it was clear that the assistant House Master was still absent from the College, a fact that seemed to annoy Mr Collinson as well. Any concern as to why Lawrie Miller was not around was subsumed in the excitement of the preparations for the cricket match against the parents, which was due to start a lunchtime. The game was normally a nice easy season opener and Paul played well in his innings and got a good score and, as expected, the College team got a large total. Paul was dismissed towards the end of the innings and went back to the pavilion where he chatted to another member of the team, Bobby Marsh. Bobby was the last man to bat for the College team but was a powerfully built and fast opening bowler and Paul indicated that he wanted to talk to him inside the changing room while the bowler got ready to go out to bat.
Paul and Bobby were old friends even though Bobby lived in College House, a rival dormitory to Marston House. They two teenagers had both been involved in the gay group that had met in the tower several years earlier. As Bobby got himself ready to bat he showed no signs of inhibition as Paul watched him, indeed the young fast bowler was more than happy for Paul to have a good look at his fat cavalier dick and balls. Both boys knew that their dicks had grown bigger since they last had sex together. Paul smiled an appreciative acknowledgement at Bobby's little show as the teenager gave the limp cock a friendly squeeze. However, neither boy took the matter any further as there were too many people around and, in any case, the sounds from the field indicated that another wicket had fallen. Bobby hurried to get ready to bar as Paul continued to chat to him,
"By the way, I think we ought to try to revive the old `tower group' again before we leave the College, don't you? Our young scorer, Peter, is an enthusiast for sex and he'd be a very useful additional member of ant group we could get together and I'm sure you must know a few lads in your House who'd be willing to join in."
Bobby grinned broadly and replied,
"I was thinking much the same thing myself, Paul, let's talk tonight after the game. It'll be quite difficult given that attitudes have changed recently but I'm sure we can manage something and it'd be good to have a session with you again, I've missed your expertise as a sex partner!"
Before he could properly reply to Bobby's remark, Paul noted another sound from outside and indicated that it was now Bobby's turn to bat so the two friends left the changing room. As they walked into the bright sunlight, Paul said,
"Whatever happens we must try not to let that College tradition disappear."
The young cricket captain was slightly startled to hear a nearby voice calling out,
"And exactly what tradition is that, Paul"
It was the College Principal but Paul recovered quickly from the surprise and replied,
"Oh the College's cricket tradition, sir. We've had a good side for the last three years. Bobby and I want to ensure that the new players in the team this year carry on our successful tradition."
"Sound thinking, Paul. Let's hope you succeed. Your team seems to be setting a stiff target for the parents to try to get. I think you'll win again this year."
"So do I, sir." Paul replied, with a laugh as Bobby's short innings came to an end.
Both the Principal's and the cricket captain's expectations were fulfilled and the College team easily defeated the parents. However, the shine was taken off the victory for Paul by the news that Lawrie Miller was still not back at the College. By now there was an air of anxiety as well as annoyance among the staff members and concern among those students who had been told about the teacher's disappearance. Paul had joined in the search for the missing teacher but had not been near the tower when the body was found. When he heard the news the young student was devastated but managed to keep a brave face in front of other people. He had spent much of the Sunday night in bed unable to sleep and alternating his mind between happy memories of sex with the teacher and devastation at his loss.
Although most people already knew, the Principal had officially informed the College of the death of Lawrence Miller at an Assembly on Monday morning. Mr Scott-Brown had informed the assembled College members that the Police believed that the teacher had met an accidental death, but that if any student or staff member had any further information, they should contact either a House Master, the Principal or the Police. The Principal told his audience that, in the meantime, the College would function as normally as possible. With this in mind he announced that the talk on policing in the modern world to be given that morning by Superintendent Martin Roberts would go ahead as planned. Thus it was that Paul, like a large number of other shocked and distressed students, was sitting in the main hall listening to a quite attractive but rather elderly policeman talking about his chosen subject.
Martin was sensitive to the situation and began his remarks with a few words of sympathy to College members on the death of a well-like teacher. He further pointed out that such activities as this was just one of the many roles that the police had to perform in modern society but then continued to give a highly entertaining account of life in the modern police force. At the end of the talk, Martin sought questions but there were few forthcoming, which was understandable under the circumstances. The Principal rescued the situation by bring the meeting to a close and suggesting to the Superintendent that he might like to join himself and a selected few other guests for lunch at the Principal's house. Martin gratefully accepted and asked about Mike Rickwood but the Principal told him that he had already organised for the Sergeant to have lunch with one of the other House Masters. Although slightly upset at his favourite officer's treatment, Martin accepted the proposed arrangement and was pleased to note that his friend, Mark Jamieson, was included in the lunch party. The group walked over to the Principal's house and were just enjoying a drink before the meal when the Chief Inspector's phone rang. Mark walked out of the room to answer the call. When the Chief Inspector returned only Martin noticed the look on his friend's face had changed and he knew that the call, far from confirming that Lawrence Miller's death was an accident, had informed Mark that he was dealing with a murder investigation.
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