have represented.
On the surface Dee seemed calm about everything, so Trevelyan and Copperman relaxed and offered her coffee, even joking about their own predicament at the hands of the police. Copperman mentioned how much they both missed Joanne. That made Dee even angrier because she knew exactly why they missed her daughter so much.
How could these two monsters sit there and look her in the eye and even joke about their activities? It just reaffirmed her mission. Dee felt an overwhelming need to get away from them. She could not stand to listen to them a moment longer. She got up and announced that she had left something in the car outside. Copperman and Trevelyan looked relieved as she walked out. Considering they were on bail accused of sexually abusing her daughter, they were astonished at how well Dee was taking the entire situation.
Just two minutes later Dee – the one-time leading markswoman – walked back in and aimed her favourite twelve-bore double-barrelled shotgun directly at Copperman. Without uttering a word she lowered the barrel so that it was directly in line with his groin and fired twice.
Copperman crumpled to the floor in excruciating agony. Dee’s intention was to make sure he never abused another child again. Those two blasts had guaranteed that.
Then Copperman started to try to crawl away.
Dee reloaded her shotgun with the ease of a crackshot, aimed the barrel at Copperman’s head and fired. He could crawl no further but he was still alive. It made Dee feel better to know he was suffering. She did not want him to die too quickly.
Trevelyan – caked in make-up as usual – sat frozen to her seat throughout. She was too terrified to leave in case Dee decided to take aim at her, but it was to be her turn next.
Dee turned and pointed the gun at Trevelyan’s chest. She knew that, with absolute precision, she could extinguish the life of this blonde in a split second. She squeezed the trigger and Trevelyan was no more.
MANSION HUNT FOR GUN KILLER screamed the headline in the Sun the day after Copperman and Trevelyan were shot.
‘A woman was shot dead and a man seriously wounded by a crazed killer last night.
‘Armed police cordoned off roads around a rambling mansion where the pair were found and officers started a cross-country search.
‘Neighbours in the sleepy village of Stonham Parva, near Ipswich, Suffolk, were warned to lock doors and windows…’
However, Dee Washington had completed the only killings she ever intended to commit. She was no danger to the public, only to herself.
A few hours after the killings, she nearly turned the shotgun on herself.
‘I remember thinking: To hell with it. Then a picture of my boyfriend Simon and our home flashed in front of my eyes and I did not do it.’
At the murder scene, police found Copperman near the drive of the house. He had somehow managed to crawl there after Dee’s departure. As Copperman lay dying in hospital, detectives managed to extract enough information from him to establish that Dee Washington had shot both him and Trevelyan.
At twelve-thirty that night, a team of officers surrounded the house in St Osyth, near Clacton-on -Sea in Essex, which Dee shared with her boyfriend Simon Harding, aged thirty-eight. They needn’t have bothered with the armed team. Dee Washington had no intention of putting up a fight. She had achieved what she set out to do and did not object when she was led out to a waiting police car in handcuffs.
The only disappointment felt by Dee was whenofficers told her that Copperman was still alive. ‘I hope he dies because I have no feelings for him. I am not sorry I did it because of what they did to Joanne.’
Three weeks later, Dee’s wish came true when Copperman died.
Dee also told the investigators, ‘It was all like a dream. It wasn’t real really. I didn’t feel anything. I just felt disgusted at what they had done and wanted to hurt them as much as I could.’
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On the surface Dee seemed calm about everything, so Trevelyan and Copperman relaxed and offered her coffee, even joking about their own predicament at the hands of the police. Copperman mentioned how much they both missed Joanne. That made Dee even angrier because she knew exactly why they missed her daughter so much.
How could these two monsters sit there and look her in the eye and even joke about their activities? It just reaffirmed her mission. Dee felt an overwhelming need to get away from them. She could not stand to listen to them a moment longer. She got up and announced that she had left something in the car outside. Copperman and Trevelyan looked relieved as she walked out. Considering they were on bail accused of sexually abusing her daughter, they were astonished at how well Dee was taking the entire situation.
Just two minutes later Dee – the one-time leading markswoman – walked back in and aimed her favourite twelve-bore double-barrelled shotgun directly at Copperman. Without uttering a word she lowered the barrel so that it was directly in line with his groin and fired twice.
Copperman crumpled to the floor in excruciating agony. Dee’s intention was to make sure he never abused another child again. Those two blasts had guaranteed that.
Then Copperman started to try to crawl away.
Dee reloaded her shotgun with the ease of a crackshot, aimed the barrel at Copperman’s head and fired. He could crawl no further but he was still alive. It made Dee feel better to know he was suffering. She did not want him to die too quickly.
Trevelyan – caked in make-up as usual – sat frozen to her seat throughout. She was too terrified to leave in case Dee decided to take aim at her, but it was to be her turn next.
Dee turned and pointed the gun at Trevelyan’s chest. She knew that, with absolute precision, she could extinguish the life of this blonde in a split second. She squeezed the trigger and Trevelyan was no more.
MANSION HUNT FOR GUN KILLER screamed the headline in the Sun the day after Copperman and Trevelyan were shot.
‘A woman was shot dead and a man seriously wounded by a crazed killer last night.
‘Armed police cordoned off roads around a rambling mansion where the pair were found and officers started a cross-country search.
‘Neighbours in the sleepy village of Stonham Parva, near Ipswich, Suffolk, were warned to lock doors and windows…’
However, Dee Washington had completed the only killings she ever intended to commit. She was no danger to the public, only to herself.
A few hours after the killings, she nearly turned the shotgun on herself.
‘I remember thinking: To hell with it. Then a picture of my boyfriend Simon and our home flashed in front of my eyes and I did not do it.’
At the murder scene, police found Copperman near the drive of the house. He had somehow managed to crawl there after Dee’s departure. As Copperman lay dying in hospital, detectives managed to extract enough information from him to establish that Dee Washington had shot both him and Trevelyan.
At twelve-thirty that night, a team of officers surrounded the house in St Osyth, near Clacton-on -Sea in Essex, which Dee shared with her boyfriend Simon Harding, aged thirty-eight. They needn’t have bothered with the armed team. Dee Washington had no intention of putting up a fight. She had achieved what she set out to do and did not object when she was led out to a waiting police car in handcuffs.
The only disappointment felt by Dee was whenofficers told her that Copperman was still alive. ‘I hope he dies because I have no feelings for him. I am not sorry I did it because of what they did to Joanne.’
Three weeks later, Dee’s wish came true when Copperman died.
Dee also told the investigators, ‘It was all like a dream. It wasn’t real really. I didn’t feel anything. I just felt disgusted at what they had done and wanted to hurt them as much as I could.’
At Norwich Crown
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