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Chapter 12.
Father O'Connor was meticulous in his filing system. There are folders under various titles, "From The Net", "My Class" and "My Children". Folder "From The Net" mainly contained pictures of young boys of different age groups, our guess, some could be as young as 10, and the oldest could be in their mid or late teens, most of them nude, and engaged in various forms of sexual activities. Some of the teens appeared to be willing participants, but a lot of the younger ones showed signs of strain and distress, and the total quantity of photos in this folder numbered over ten thousands, which were collected over a period of 15 years, we are able to confirm that by looking at their modified date.
We then click open "My Class", there are a total of 12 sub-folders in it, each folder represents one particular kid, each photos tagged by their given name and age, and then followed by a two letter code, there are only two variations, 'sp' and 'sj', we collectively are trying to figure out what they represent. Take Paul, the first picture named "Paul10sp", or Max, "Max11sj". Some of the kids were smiling at the camera, fully clothed, but most of the photos were taken while they were asleep, in their pyjamas, underwears, semi or completely nude.
Then Rogerson exclaims, "My Class, that fucker was a teacher at some stage, remember what Mrs. Wrendt told us? Ross goes to St.Paul, so, 'sp' equals to St.Paul, sj could be St.Joseph or St.John or one of those Catholic schools, and the number could either be their age or class, all we have to do is check with the diocese to find out the history of his career, and it should be a piece of cake to trace the kids who appeared in these photos" And in my case, to find their parents, some of them could well have made some previous complaints to their school about Father O'Connor at some stage?
We find Ross' and another kid Peter's pictures in "My Children", there are hundreds of Ross' pictures in it, and only twenty of Peter. You could see the transformation of Ross, from a rather skinny and unhappy boy, gradually growing into adulthood. Each of them tagged with his age. The earliest ones were quite innocent, fully clothed, at picnic, at home, then getting daring, more sinister, at swimming holes, at camp sites, in variously states of undressing, semi or totally nude, expressed more sexuality, more alluring, enticing smiles, quite a few with Ross appeared with a full erection, masturbating by himself, or jerked by a faceless hand, or Ross on his stomach, showing his long slim legs and small buttock. It spanned over a period of eight years, from a young boy into late teens. As with Peter, his photos identical to those of the early ones of Ross, except he is blond, angelic, shy, no nude photos of him yet, cultivation stage? They are his children, the children of the Monster, the sacrificial lamb. Peter must be his latest target, obviously Ross' adulthood became a turn off for O'Connor, time for young blood.
We then get on to Ross' computer, quite a few of Father O'Connor's pictures on it. Some of them taken on the beach, showing off his physique of a swimmer, he could be the PE teacher at school, a swimming coach? Some folders contains his school assignments, but the one interests us most is under file name "Diary". It must have been started around the time his father left him. With a complete run down of his mother's reaction, wailing, raging, drinking, and his own feeling of being abandoned, wondering if he was to blame.
It went on to describe how Father O'Connor provided sanctuary for him, away from his mother's alcohol induced rage and depression, how Father O'Connor gave him comfort, reassured him, encouraged him to keep faith, to continue his schooling, helped him with his school works. Father O'Connor was a Saint if not for the events that followed.
Then came the entries describing the many nights he slept over at O'Connor's place, the hugs, the cuddles, the kisses. He felt he was once again loved by someone, a surrogate father, and no longer an abandoned child.
Slowly the arrangement of sleep over progressed to nights they were sleeping naked together, then came the first time he touched O'Connor's private part, the strange feeling of touching an adult male body, the differences, in size, hairs, muscle, and the sticky stuff came out of O'Connor. The sensation of being touched by O'Connor, the funny itch, the feeling of wanting to piss, how he wanted to do it again immediately after his first orgasm. O'Connor told him he was his most special friend, their love were sacred, not to be shared, not to be told, just between the two of them.
One night O'Connor told him it could be painful, but he must bear it, because it was nothing when compared with what Jesus had to suffer on the cross. O'Connor said "bite my arm if you like, I want to share your pain and suffering". O'Connor applied plenty of sticky stuff, at first it was very very painful, but he remembered what Father O'Connor said, he wanted to feel the pain of the Christ, he bit O'connor on his forearm. The pain gradually eased, the uncomfortable feeling of wanting to shit followed, he heard O'Connor grunted, "he was sharing my pain", Ross noted, the withdrawal of the flesh, the feeling of seepage of cool liquid out of his backside. O'Connor later took his private part in his mouth, the earlier pain was forgotten, he ascended to heaven, "he even swallowed my sperm".
It became their regular events, twice weekly, O'Connor's staple diet. What interest us most is the entry the week before he killed O'Connor.
O'Connor became very distant the week before he was killed, no longer wanted Ross to stay overnight there. Telling him he should start taking up more responsibility towards his mother, to stay at his own home instead of O'connor's. He had another child to look after, Peter, who's fathered died in an car accident. He found new flesh. Ross was angry, he thought he and O'Connor were closer than family, closer than anyone in his life, they shared something special, a sacred love. Now came along this new kid Peter, Ross knew nothing about him, he didn't want to know. But this latest rejection by O'Connor paralleled the experience to the loss of his father to another woman, once again he was abandoned. He was going to beg O'Connor the next day to reconsider, "I will tell Father that I will do anything for him". No more entries after that.
"I think it is a clear case of manslaughter. We should consider fast tracking to put the case to Criminal Court, do you wish to apply for bail? I personally wouldn't try to oppose bail, and I will put in good words to the DPP"
"Thanks, detective, by the way, how are you going to handle the media, I think a few of them already got winds that the killing might have something to do with a pedophiliac priest and young boys. I personally don't mind leaking some of the information on the computers to them, provided of course the Privacy Law provision is fully respected"
"You little devil, James, you want to swing the public opinion and sympathy towards your client"
"Nothing wrong with that, detective, besides, we both know this is a case of Crime of Passion, and the deceased was the manipulative party preyed on young boys, my client was a victim of this saintly predator"
My biggest concern at this moment is Ross' state of mind, I think he is a bit suicidal, and his mother is not much of a help either. I don't think social welfare would be any good, sending him into a temporary foster home is not going to help. I find myself outside of Mrs. Markey's residence once again, I ring the door bell, the door opens with Mrs. Wrendt standing in front of me.
"Oh, James, come on in, I'm here to help out a bit, trying to put some food into her, you know what, something must have happened to her since her visit to Ross, she stops drinking altogether, this awful thing about her son killing Father O'Connor must have shaken her up enormously, something good comes out of a horrible event, how ironicaly"
I can smell cooking of food in the house. When Roslyn sees me, she jumps on her feet and starts asking "Oh Mr. Menzie, is Ross OK? When can we get him out of custody? What will they charge him with?"
"He is under close observation at the station, he should be safe. The case shoud be put to trial pretty soon, Det. Rogerson is going to fast track it. The charge is manslaughter. Just a warning, Mrs. Markey, there will be some media reports on the case soon, and the evidence so far reflects Father O'Connor in a very bad light, most certainly he was involved in some pedophiliac activities and Ross was one of his victim". She and Mrs. Wrendt are in genuine disbelief.
"This discovery is going to work towards our advantage in the defence of Ross. I'll apply bail for Ross as soon as the case goes in front the the Magistrate, and would you mind if I notify his father about the whole situation? I know you have no contact with him since the divorce, but knowing what we know now, this business with Father O'Connor probably stemmed from his lack of a father figure in his life, I'm hoping with the support from both of his parents, it might help him to get through this very difficulty period in his life".
"I don't know if John, his father, wants to get involved in Ross life, after so many years. He has been paying child maintanenace over the years without failure though. I admit it is me who refuse to let father and son make contact. Only if I have paid a little bit more attention to Ross' need," she starts to cry, "yes, you have my permission to contact his father, and I will try my best to control my anger towards John, you are right what you said earlier, Mrs. Wrendt, I must move on, I must get a life, and I want to do the right thing for Ross from now on, this mess, it's all my fault, my drinking, my self indulgence". I get the contact details off Roslyn.
(To be continued.....)