Troubled police chief ‘was drunk’ on day of shooting

TROUBLED police chief Henry Jemmott was so drunk on the day he died that another officer pulled him over for driving his golf cart in an ‘erratic’ manner, The Mail on Sunday has been told.

Supt Jemmott was on a five-day break after being given official leave from his duties for ‘personal reasons’.

Hours before he was shot dead, a traffic officer pulled him over as he ‘ swerved’ along an island road.

‘He was inebriated, very drunk,’ the source said. ‘He was so drunk he was swerving all over the place. He was driving t he golf cart erratically. You could smell the l i quor. He was spoken t o but allowed to continue.’

The father-of-five was ‘plagued by demons’, according t o one woman who knows his commonlaw-wife, Romit Wilson. Ms Wilson is the mother of Supt Jemmott’s three youngest children.

‘Did he like whisky? Yes. Did he like cocaine? Yes. Did he like to party? Absolutely,’ said the source.

‘ He was a very complicated

character who portrayed himself a certain way but t he reality was very different. He had a lot of demons.’

The Mail on Sunday has been told Ms Wilson is estranged from Supt Jemmott’s family, who are ‘ outraged’ that Jasmine Hartin has not been charged with his murder.

They are planning to file a multi- mill i o n- pound wrongful death lawsuit.

‘Money has power here,’ said Supt Jemmott’s sister, Vidalia Cadogan.

A source added: ‘His funeral is being held on Friday. His sisters are organising it because of the rift between the family and Romit.’

Supt Jemmott’s best friend, fishi ng captain Francesco ‘ Panny’ Arceo, was with him from 9am to 3pm on the day of his death. They later had dinner together.

Panny said: ‘ He was happy he was catching a lot of fish. He put on a carefree face and he would never talk about problems at home. Real men never do that.

‘He didn’t drink on the boat. We came back at 3pm and then he and his friend went off for a shower and drinks.

‘They came back to my house for dinner. I knew they’d had a few drinks. That’s what Henry was like. I didn’t judge him.

‘ When I asked him where he was staying, he said, “I’m at Grand Colony. I’ m best friends with the Ashcrofts.”

‘He was proud of his association with t he Ashcroft family. He bragged about it.

‘We ate the red snapper that we had caught earlier that day. He ate every l ast bi t of i t and l ef t at 9.15pm.

‘Henry was bowing as he went out the door. He said, “Thank you, my friend. I will never forget today.”

‘I had a feeling I would never see him again.’

The following day, Panny transported his friend’s body from the island to the mainland in his fishing boat ahead of the post-mortem examination.

‘I didn’t open the body bag,’ he recalls. ‘I want to remember him as he was.’