DEAD MAN - STILL WALKING!
Shot… with a gun?!
It was nothing to do with the tumours.
Sam had phoned Hayley who rushed over to me.
‘What on Earth?’ she gasped, in horror.
In hospital, the doctors told me a rifle bullet had travelled from near the front of my right ear to just below my left one.
The bullet whizzed through soft tissue and parts of it lodged near the left side of my jaw.
‘Is there anyone you can think of who would have done this?’ asked a police officer. Baffled, I shook my head. It could only have been somebody messing about with an air rifle, and I’d been unlucky to get hit.
Now, I had four tumours and parts of a bullet embedded in my head!
As I recovered at home, Hayley fussed over me.
‘I don’t deserve you,’ I said. Two months after the shooting, Glenn came round.
The pair of them went to the kitchen to make a cuppa.
Our springer spaniel, Laurel, bounced onto the settee and knocked off Glenn’s phone.
Picking it up, I noticed a
message, See you soon, love you lots!
The sender – Hayley! Hayley had sent it to Glenn? Hayley – the perfect wife. And Glenn – my best man.
They’d been carrying on behind the back of a dying man. Could they not have waited?! I strode into the hallway, grabbing Glenn by the throat. ‘You dirty b***ard,’ I shouted. ‘What’s been going on?’ ‘We only kissed twice,’ said Hayley hurriedly, realising I’d read the message.
Could I believe her? I desperately wanted to. She’d been under so much strain recently.
Perhaps it was just a kiss. My friendship with Glenn was over, but I wouldn’t give up on Hayley.
Resolving to carry on as normal, one morning, I went to the kitchen to make her a tea.
As I tossed the bag in the bin, I glimpsed several packets of tablets at the bottom.
Hayley must have been clearing out some old medicine from the cupboard.
Later, my niece, Emma, visited. ‘I’ve got something to tell you, Uncle Ray,’ she said, looking serious.
Police had come to her home looking for Heather, Glenn’s daughter. Her car had been found abandoned opposite the marina, with her dog still inside.
She’d lived with Emma once, so her car was registered to Emma’s address…
‘It was the day you were shot, Uncle Ray.’
Heather shot me? Emma said Heather and Glenn had been arrested. My mind was reeling. My friendship with Glenn had broken down, but that was after the shooting.
And Hayley? Was she involved?
Hayley stood in the kitchen in her dressing gown.
‘It’s true,’ she wept. Her and
Glenn were having a full-blown affair.
He’d manipulated Heather into shooting me. They’d wanted me dead!
‘I didn’t think he meant it,’ Hayley gibbered.
And the tablets I’d found at the bottom of the bin?
Glenn had given her sleeping pills to drug me with. The plan was to give me an insulin overdose while I was asleep, which, with my diabetes, would have killed me.
‘Oh my God!’ I cried.
‘But I couldn’t go through with it,’ she wept.
‘What have you got yourself into, girl?’ I sighed.
We went to the police together.
At Maidstone Crown Court last November, all three denied conspiracy to murder.
As more details emerged, I struggled to look at Hayley.
I remembered her concerned face staring at me in the hospital, horrified that I’d been shot.
Yet now, I learned that she’d sent a text to Glenn as she sat by my bedside: They didn’t do a very good job, he’s still here.
I felt sick.
The court listed the patio heater explosion as an attempt to kill me too. Perhaps one of them had tampered with it?
The planned injection of insulin was another.
Then there was the fishing trip Glenn took me on. He’d wanted to push me overboard, but there were too many people around!
The text messages between them had revealed it all.
Glenn, 49, was found guilty and jailed for life, to serve a minimum of 17 years. Heather the same, with a minimum of 15 years.
She’s transitioning and now likes to be known as Arthur.
Hayley, 32, was given the same as Heather. Too harsh!
She hadn’t pulled the trigger. Hayley’s barrister told the court she’d ‘lost her wits in the throes of passion’.
‘This was cruelty of a high degree – cold, calculated and chilling cruelty,’ said Judge Adele Williams.
I visited Hayley in prison as soon as I could.
‘Sorry, sorry,’ she sobbed. I want her back. I still love her. Our kids need her. I know people won’t understand.
To be honest, I don’t understand any of it. Why couldn’t they wait for me to die?
Maybe they had an eye on my life insurance, but it would only pay out £4,000 to cover funeral costs.
Our kids will be grown-ups when Hayley gets out of prison. And I won’t be here...
It breaks my heart that I won’t ever hold her in my arms again.
What can I say? I forgive her. Heather is appealing her sentence.
Why couldn’t they wait for me to die?
life The attempts on my left me burned and with a bullet fragments lodged in my head My own great-niece, Heather, shot me! I still love Hayley, and I forgive her