Below are a selection of emails from Leonard Tomlins, a person of interest in two separate missing person cases in the North Sheffield area. It has been the conclusion of the writing officer, and his colleagues, that Leonard Tomlins has passed away since the writing of these emails. Until further information can be found, these emails offer the only narrative available on the dual disappearances of Sarah Lither and Samuel Tomlins-Lither.
19:29 19/05/2014
To: James Lang <J*****[email protected]>>
Subject: Sorry
Hey man, sorry I havenāt had chance to speak to you before you left. Didnāt really know what to say since I missed your goodbye party. Still, though, I kind of have an excuse. I woke up on Friday and went through the whole routine, cleaned up a little for Samās visit, got myself showered and ready and when I went to leave there was a dog waiting by my front door. Like, seriously, just this manky looking little thing with a note around its neck that read,
āGive it everythingā.
It was a real curve ball! I took the little thing in and it made itself at home while I went and knocked on some of the neighboursā doors. After a while I was told about a guy a couple of doors down who had lost his dog a few weeks ago, but when I saw him he told me theyād found their dog dead a couple of miles away in a ditch. By the time I came back it was too late to come see you. So, real sorry for that. Iām going to try and take it to a shelter tomorrow with Sam and then maybe things will be back to normal, and maybe weāll have heard a bit about your case, eh?
Best of luck.
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16:14 25/05/2014
To: Helen Ansbury <[email protected]>
Subject: Apologies Over This Afternoon!
Helen I am so, so so sorry. I cannot emphasize enough that what happened today is not normal! Sam has never behaved like that before. Iāve already made a donation to your website that I think will cover some of the damages Sam caused in your reception area, and I have a friend who works in flooring and Iām sure he could do something about the stain on the rug. And Iām more than willing to pay for any medical expenses that result from the bite on your hand. And, again, I just want to apologise for the mess he caused! Sam is a perfectly healthy and normal child, I donāt know what would have made him do that. I just canāt emphasise it enough. And I know it may be the last thing you want to think about, but please phone me so we can discuss you taking in this dog. I know Sam spun a pretty compelling tale but that dog is not my dog. Samās mother and I didnāt buy it for him two years ago, and weāve not spent the last three months trying to put it down because we want to move to a nicer house with wooden flooring. In fact Samās mother and I have split up, we no longer live together and havenāt since Sam was two. I do not have the money to look after this dog, and I donāt believe I can give it the home it deserves. For the sake of the animal please phone me on the number I left at your reception.
Best regards,
Leonard Tomlins
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18:23 27/05/2014
To: James Lang <J*****[email protected]>>
Subject: Bad Luck Man
Hey, so I heard about the trial. I mean, I guessed after I didnāt hear from you on Friday, but your mum filled me in when I saw her a couple of days ago and she passed on this new email address. She says you guys get email access for good behaviour, is that right?
So yeah, I donāt think Iāve had the chance to fill you in but I wound up keeping the dog. Samās been real weird about it. He went home after the weekend and told Sarah that I bought him the dog. And he says to her, no joke now, that I told him that if he didnāt behave, and tell mummy how important spending time with daddy is, that Iād kill the fucking dog. Next thing Sarahās phoning me and going nuts. Sheās all horrified and threatening to get Alan to come kick my ass, and obviously Iām pretty pissed so I start screaming too and next thing I know some real nasty stuff gets said and we donāt talk for like a week. So yeah, the kid clearly loves the dog, so I didnāt really feel like I had a choice. Guess the next move is taking it to the vets.
Thing is thoughā¦ I just donāt like the dog. When Samās not here it sits and looks at me, and almost never moves. Itās just not right. It doesnāt move right, or behave right. And when Sam does come here it acts real normal, but only around him and even then itās like it guards him from me. I check in on him at night and it sits on his bed and just stares, and if I come too close it growls. Thereās some other, really weird stuff too. Iāve checked a hundred times, and Iām desperate to hear other ideas, but I swear this dog hasnāt been to the toilet at all.
Seriously. Every day I put him out in the garden and I havenāt seen anything left, and itās not a big garden. And the damn thing eats so much. It went through 50 kilograms of food in a single day! Itās eating through my damn bank account and itās not a big dog either. Bit bigger than a terrier, but smaller than a Labrador. I must be missing some piece of the puzzle, like maybe it digs a hole and buries the mess? You used to have dogs, is that something they do?
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20:02 05/06/2014
To: James Lang <J*****[email protected]>>
Subject: Thanks for the call
Hey.
It was nice speaking to you properly. I know you donāt get long on the phones, and ringing me meant missing out on a chat with your mum. Still though, thanks. So yeahā¦ I followed your advice. It was a really clever idea you had putting talc down on the dogās bed. Didnāt really go as planned though. Not that it didnāt work, itās just that what I found didnāt make a lot of sense. I mean, the marks just got real weird. They started out looking like a dogās but changed with each new print, and next thing you knowā¦
You know what, donāt worry. It just didnāt workā¦ and Iām beginning to think this is actually Sam. Maybe he came home when the teachers werenāt paying attention? I donāt know how… but he must have. I think something is really wrong with him. Every time he comes around itās just not the same. He sits by that dog for hours, and no matter what I do I canāt go near them when theyāre together. Sarahās been feeling the same way. Weāre talking a lot more since Samās been misbehaving so much, so thatās one good thing I guess. Heās still going back and forth between us and Sarah thinks thatās the problem. I told her she could take full custody for a month or two to see if it helped, but she didnāt want to take the dog, and Sam would never leave it permanently. He only lets the it stay with me because, and Iām quoting now,
āHe needs to make sure Daddy behaves.ā
Whichā¦ yeah, is probably one of the freakier things Iāve heard in my life, but lately heās been a pretty freaky kid. I donāt really know how to handle it. The other day I found him letting the dog clean up a cut and the dog was just licking away and Sam was moaning, real loud. Even the neighbours came out to see what was going on and all I could was drag the kid by the collar inside, all the while the dog tried to eat my ankle. Iām pretty sure everyone on this street thinks Iām some sort of weirdo. If youād heard the noises Sam was making though, you would have thought it too. It wasnātā¦ right. They arenāt noises a kid should make, or even know how to make. Makes me wonder what heās been exposed to at Alanās.
I asked him why he was letting the dog do it, and all Sam could say was that the dog was hungry, and he wanted to feed him, and it felt good. So yeahā¦ thanks for the dog advice man but honestly, I donāt think itās the dog. I think Samās got some serious issues. I think heās the problem, though I donāt know how or why.
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14:42 06/06/2014
To: Dr.Sletter <M******[email protected]>
Subject: Please Phone Me ASAP URGENT
Dear Dr. Sletter,
I really donāt understand the content of your last email. I would appreciate a phone call so we could discuss what happened in your veterinary office on Thursday afternoon. Typically in situations like this I would pay for any damages or fees the dog incurred, but as far as Iām aware youāve made no attempt to seek reimbursement. Also, Iāve heard you fired your assistant, which was really unnecessary. It wasnāt her fault that she was bitten by the dog, and as far as Iām aware heās a stray mongrel so anything she said after being bitten was probably the result of an illness, fever, or maybe even a concussion she had received during the struggle. I know she said some silly things, but letās be honest about what probably happened. Your business lost another clientās dog during a struggle with mine, and I feel very responsible. I donāt know if that little guy jumped out a window, or made an escape through an unguarded door, but either way I wouldnāt feel comfortable if you blamed the poor woman who got bit, even if she did accuse my dog of swallowing a beagle whole like a snake. It was clearly something said in the panic.
So please, please, phone me, so we can discuss this further.
Best regards,
Leonard Tomlins
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02:00 26/09/2014
To: James Lang <J*****[email protected]>>
Subject: Update On Sarah
Hey man,
I know itās been a while. I didnāt really feel like speaking to anyone after Sarah disappeared. I figured Iād drop you an email though because Iāve changed numbers a couple of times since we last spoke, and I donāt know if youāve got the right one. I just wanted to say, thanks for trying to help with the search. I know you tried to get out for special circumstances so you could come look, your mother told me the whole ordeal with the parole board. Sorry that at the time I didnāt really think to say thanks.
Now itās just me to keep on looking. Yesterday all the volunteers officially quit, and the police said they have no choice but to focus on other cases. So this is the first time in a while itās just been me on my own, not surrounded by cops and volunteers. So yeahā¦ I donāt really know what to do now. Samās moving back in tomorrow, he canāt really stay with Alan.
I always thought Iād be such a good dad, but when I told him heād be living with me he got so happy and jumped up and down and he said,
āI knew heād fix it! I knew heād fix it!ā andā¦ I donāt know. I guess all I can say is, Iāve raised one fucked up kid. I must be a terrible dad. I donāt know what I did that was so wrong. Sometimes, when Iām feeling really angry, I donāt even blame myself.
I blame that fucking dog.
I need help man. I really need help. Please phone me when you get the chance.
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04:00 21/11/2014
To: James Lang <J*****[email protected]>>
Subject: (empty)
Hey,
I wanted to say sorry. I didnāt do a great job being a friend did I? No oneās going to really know what happened, and youāre no different. We used to talk so much, before the wives, and the kids, and whatever it was that got you and your brother in so much trouble. So I just want you to know that theyāll come and ask questions. Theyāre going to comb this house, and theyāre going to want to know so much and theyāll think Iāve got the answers but fuck manā¦ I donāt. Youāll believe me wonāt you? You know I would never hurt Sam, or Sarah.
I just went to the shop, and I came back. Thatās it.
Seriously, thatās it. Sam was sitting with the dog when I left, I asked if he wanted to come with and obviously he said no, so I just left him there. Then I came back and the house was wrecked. At first I thought an oil pipe under the house must have exploded but then I got closer, and there was this smell. Jesusā¦ I couldnāt even stay in there. I nearly passed out. Iām writing this at the library, I took a shower at my gym. I had to. The stink followed me everywhere I went.
I thinkā¦ I think it might have finally taken a shit. There was so much of it and it didnāt look like shit. It was like oil, but with hints of red. Like blood. Like blood and oil, about a foot high throughout the entire house. It was turning the walls and floor to mush, like everything had been stewing in the slick broth for years. Gallons of it must have spewed out from that little thing, and from the marks on the wall the force was horrific. I mean, fuckā¦ some of the windows were smashed out. And in one of the walls, embedded in the cheap plasterwork, I even found a tooth.
And a dog collar.
And a ringā¦
I think it was Sarahās.
Jesus Christ. Iāve gone fucking mad. Samās gone. I think it hurt him. I think it must have. It must have done something to him. I went looking, I went looking through the shit and the blood and theā¦ other stuff, maybe guts, I donāt know, but I couldnāt find him. No trace of him. Nothing.
I wonāt be here when you get out. If they ask you about me you can show them this, it wonāt help much though. Iāll be dead. Iāve got nothing left. Sarahās gone. Samās gone.
I think I get it now though.
āGive it everything.ā
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