by Marilyn
Bardsley
Discovery
February 24,
1994 was the beginning of the end -- the end of the extraordinary
things that had been going on in the ordinary three-story house in
central Gloucester. But it was also the beginning of a discovery as
the layers of secrets hidden at 25 Cromwell Street were slowly peeled
away.
That
afternoon, the police came to find the owner of the house, Frederick
West. Instead, they found his heavy set, sullen wife Rosemary, who
called her husband the minute they handed her the warrant. "You'd
better get back home," she told Fred when he answered the cellular
phone in his van. "They're going to dig up the garden, looking for
Heather."
The
dark-haired, simian-looking man was not worried except that the police
wouldn't clean up the mess they were sure to make lifting up the patio
stones in his garden, looking for the body of their daughter. He
stopped by the police station on his way home from work. He told them
he and Rose had no idea where Heather was, but he was not worried.
"Lots of girls disappear," he explained, "take a different name and go
into prostitution." He said she was a lesbian and had problems with
drugs.
Rose, who was
interviewed at the house, told a similar story. Heather disappeared at
the age of sixteen, back in 1987. She repeated the story about Heather
being a disagreeable and lazy person and a lesbian to boot.
That night
Fred and Rose stayed up all night and talked. The next morning, he
stepped into the police car. "I killed her," he told Detective
Constable Hazel Savage. When he got to the station, he told the police
in minute detail how he had cut Heather's body into three pieces and
buried them. He kept repeating that Rose had known nothing about the
murder at all.
Twenty minutes
later he completely denied everything he had just told them.
"Heather's alive and well, right. She's possibly at the moment in
Bahrain working for a drug cartel. She had a Mercedes, a chauffeur and
a new birth certificate." He told the police that they could dig all
they wanted but they wouldn't find Heather.
The police
found three human bones, but they didn't belong to Heather. When Fred
heard that human bones had been found, he confessed once again to
murdering his daughter, but he denied that there were the bones of
anyone else buried there.
Fred told how
it all happened. The argument with the headstrong Heather, slapping
her for her insolence and grabbing her throat to stop her from
laughing at him. He must have grabbed too hard because she turned blue
and stopped breathing. He tried to revive her, but he didn't have the
training, so he dragged her over to the bathtub and ran cold water
over her. He took off her clothes, lifted her out of the tub and dried
her off. Then he tried to put her in the large garbage bin, but she
didn't fit.
So it was back
in the bathtub where he knew he would have to make her smaller. But
first, he strangled her with some tights just to make sure that she
was dead. " I didn't want to touch he while she was alive. I mean...if
I'd have started cutting her leg or her throat and she'd have suddenly
come alive..."
He closed
Heather's eyes before he dismembered her. "If somebody's sat there
looking at you, you're not going to use a knife on that person are
you?"
When he cut
off her head, he found the sound -- a "horrible noise...like
scrunching" -- very unpleasant. But, once her head was off, he started
on her legs, twisting her foot until he heard "one almighty crack and
the leg come loose, like." Cut into pieces, she fit nicely into the
garbage bin.
That night
after the remainder of his family was asleep, he buried Heather's body
in the garden, where she lay undiscovered for seven years.
Fred
Fred West came
from a long line of Herefordshire farm laborers. He was born in 1941
in the village of Much Marcle, approximately 120 miles west of London,
to Walter and Daisy West. Fred began life as a beautiful baby with
huge piercing blue eyes and blond hair.
Despite the
war and the poverty in which the Wests lived, they had six more
children, one after another within a ten-year-period. Fred and his
mother enjoyed a very close relationship. He was her pet and did
everything she asked. Fred also had a reasonably good relationship
with his father, who he admired as a role model.
The beautiful
baby grew up into a scruffy-looking boy. His blond hair turned to a
dark brown and became curly and unkempt. He had inherited some of his
mother's less attractive facial features: an overly large mouth and a
gap between his large teeth. He looked distinctly like a Gypsy.
Fred was not a
promising student and was constantly in trouble for which he was
caned. Daisy, seriously overweight and dressed unattractively, would
go to the school to yell at the teacher for disciplining her favorite
son -- an action that made Fred the butt of many jokes. He was a
"mamma's boy." He left school at age fifteen almost illiterate and
went to work as a farm hand.
By the time he
was sixteen, he cleaned himself up enough to be attractive to girls.
He was extremely aggressive with the opposite sex and went after any
girl that caught his fancy.