(Jamaica Gleaner) Seventy-nine-year-old Rachel Brown had become fearful her son-in-law Wayne Llewellyn could kill her and members of her family.
Wednesday evening Brown reportedly telephoned one of her church sisters to say she felt the angel of death was near.
“About 4, she called me and said, ‘Dem threaten wi enuh. Wah mi ago do Sister Hylton?’ I said to her, ‘Don’t stay there. Go and report it at the (police) station and don’t sleep there’,” a member of the Retreat Seventh-day Adventist Church told The Gleaner.
According to the church sister, the elderly Mrs Brown was defiant.
“She said she is not going to leave the house. She said she was going to take it to the Lord in prayer,” the church sister added.
Llewellyn, a detective corporal who has sworn to protect and serve, had gone to the edge after Joan, his wife of 13 years, walked out on him. The couple, along with Joan’s 16-year-old daughter Jorjhan Flynn, had moved from Ocho Rios, St Ann, to Manchester where Llewellyn had been transferred.
But Joan, who had reportedly had enough of an abusive relationship, moved back to her parents’ house, along with her daughter, nearly two months ago. She was in the process of filing for a divorce.
Hot pursuit
Llewellyn, who seemed to have taken his marriage vows ’til death do us part’ too far, went in hot pursuit. Some residents say he was seen on one occasion sitting in the dark outside the Browns’ residence in Three Hills, St Mary.
Before daybreak, the angel of death pounced on the unsuspecting family, raining bullets in the house and leaving a trail of death. Llewellyn had barged into the Browns’ home through the back door and shot and killed Mrs Brown, her husband 73-year-old Voldy Brown, his brother-in-law Fitzroy Townsend and 16-year-old Jorjhan Flynn, his stepdaughter.
He also shot his 40-year-old wife who was up to press time hospitalised.
The policeman, still bloodthirsty, went a few metres, along the narrow dirt road in the laid-back community, to the house where relatives of the Browns live but they had been alerted to his coming and locked him out. It was at that point, he pumped a bullet into his own head and collapsed on the veranda where he died.
Shock and grief was glued to the faces of the residents of the community who camped out in nearby yards as investigators combed the crime scene.
As the crime-scene investigators moved into the family dwelling, scores of neighbours who braved the sweltering mid-morning sun converged on the property to get a glimpse of the bodies.
When the investigators emerged with the body of the elderly Mr Brown, his bloodstained grey hair and stiff corpse were too much for many to bear.
“Whoa! Jesus, whoa!” bellowed Verona Davis.
“Look how dem do Missa Brown. Murder a Three Hills. God of Isaac, God of Moses, God of Israel, almighty God, lightning and thunder fi wicked people,” she screamed amid a chorus of groans and wails.
One man climbed a tree in order to take a close look at what residents began calling the ‘slaughterhouse’.
But not long after finding a resting spot, the frail limbs gave way to his weight and he came crashing down into the crowd of onlookers.
