DEBBIE Simpson, whose father, Peter Heron, was arrested and charged with the murder of his wife and her step-mother Ann, has written a poem from the point of view of the killer. It is a challenge to Durham Police to catch the killer and identify the 'sun-tanned' man seen speeding away from the scene of the murder on August 3, 1990.
Mrs Simpson's poem:
2015 and still I’m free;
I really can’t believe you don’t know it was me;
Who drove up the drive on that hot sunny day;
Who saw Ann outside, on the sun-bed she lay;
Who took her life in her very own home;
And left her there to die alone;
The clues were there for all to see;
I really can’t believe you don’t know it was me;
I fled the scene in a car painted blue;
Two witnesses saw and got a good look at me;
A few seconds earlier and our cars would collide;
Thankfully for me, luck was on my side;
Little did they know when they saw me leave;
Driving erratically and frantically at very high speed;
The scene of devastation I’d left behind;
For her poor husband, Peter, and others to find;
The clues were there for all to see;
I really can’t believe you don’t know it was me;
Dark haired and suntanned I was in those days;
A young man, early 30s, that day is a haze;
25 years on, aged about 53;
I really can’t believe you don’t know it was me;
My luck continued in those early days;
When the search and appeals were destined to fail;
As time went on I dared to dream;
That maybe, just maybe, I’d outwitted the team;
Outwitted I did, in spectacular style;
Her husband’s arrest, really made me smile;
And when eventually he was charged with the crime;
I was happy for a man of 70 to do my time;
I had my concerns though, I have to say;
When you took the decision to walk away;
I thought that was it, my time was up;
I finally thought I’d ran out of luck;
I feared that call, that knock on the door;
The moment of arrest by the long arm of the law;
I needn’t have worried as the call didn’t come;
I really do think this is one battle I’ve won;
It’s been so long now since I committed the crime;
I even convince myself, that the crime wasn’t mine.
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