The partners shared the news on SNARL’s own message board, and were soon bombarded by reports of similarly sinister cases.
SNARL also managed to get a second warning out to citizens via local newspapers.
Wearing a scarred raincoat and tattered jeans, the 51-year-old is unshaven with a yellowing roll-up cigarette pinched between his thick, builder’s fingers.
But then, Jenkins is not in the detection game for money, and the case he’s been working is hardly a typical one. Mysterious callers turn up on Jenkins’ phone frequently these days, and when they do he feels a churn of anger in his gut.
“And then this guy in Shirley found his cat beheaded, no tail, in the woods just across the road from his house,” Jenkins says. That was the first body we were able to recover.” The killings haven’t stopped since, and they have spread far beyond Croydon.
Now, there is hardly a suburb of London that has not been affected.
His cock grew larger and harder in my mouth and I could tell he was on the verge. A few seconds later, he shot his load down my throat.
Jenkins, an ex-project manager for the Westminster City Council, and Rising, 44, a former anti-apartheid activist from South Africa, have been dating for three years, in which time they established South Norwood Animal Rescue and Liberty (SNARL), an animal protection service.
Under the banner of this organization, they are leading the citizen-based investigation into the cat killer mystery.
He takes a deep breath, runs a hand through his matted, salt and pepper hair, and picks up.
“Tony Jenkins speaking.” He’s had to get used to sounding professional, cutting out the extreme curse words that normally flow through his speech – he regularly drops the c-bomb in casual conversation. The police have confirmed at least nineteen victims slain over the last year, their bodies scarred by ritual mutilation, then displayed in prominent locations for the public to discover. Unofficial numbers mark the death count in excess of fifty; however, none have been human.