The Invisible Guardian. Dolores Redondo

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СКАЧАТЬ that’s not all. He’s sure that it was New Year’s Day that he saw them; he was working that day and, although he didn’t take the sheep down to drink there, he saw the shoes clearly. In his own words, it looked as if someone had left them like that deliberately, like when you go to bed or for a swim in the river,’ he said, reading from his notes.

      ‘But didn’t they find Carla’s shoes when her body was discovered?’ asked Amaia, looking at the report.

      ‘Someone had taken them,’ clarified Jonan.

      ‘It seems that the killer left the shoes behind on purpose to mark the area, so it wouldn’t have been him,’ said Montes, who considered this idea for a moment and then continued, ‘Other than that, we know both girls were students at the high school in Lekaroz and, even if they knew one another by sight, which is fairly likely, they weren’t close: different ages, different friends … Carla Huarte lived in the Antxaborda neighbourhood. You must know it, Salazar,’ Amaia nodded, ‘and Ainhoa lived in the neighbouring town.’

      Montes leant over his notes and Amaia noticed his hair was covered in an oily substance.

      ‘What have you put in your hair, Montes?’

      ‘It’s brilliantine,’ he said, running his hand over the back of his neck, ‘they put it on at the barber’s. Can we continue?’

      ‘Of course.’

      ‘Right, well there’s not much more at the moment. What have you got?’

      ‘We’ve been speaking to the boyfriend,’ Amaia replied, ‘and he’s told us some very interesting things, such as his girlfriend liked rough sex with scratching and love bites and stuff. This has been confirmed by Carla’s girlfriends, with whom she liked to share her sex life in explicit detail, explicit being the operative word here. That would explain the scratches and the love bite on her chest. He’s sticking to his earlier statements; the girl was really feeling the effects of the drugs she’d taken and she became literally paranoid. It’s in line with the toxicology report. He also told us that Carla Huarte normally shaved her pubic hair off, which would explain why there was no trace of it at the scene.’

      ‘Chief, we’ve got the photos of the crime scene where Carla Huarte was found.’

      Jonan spread them out on the table and everyone leaned in around Amaia to see them. Carla’s body had turned up in an area where the river tended to flood. Her red party dress and her underwear, which was also red, appeared to have been slashed from her chest down to her groin. The cord with which she’d been strangled wasn’t visible in the photo due to the swelling of her neck. Something semi-transparent was hanging from one of her legs. Amaia initially thought it was skin but then identified it as the remains of Carla’s knickers.

      ‘She’s quite well preserved given that she spent five days out in the open,’ observed one of the technicians. ‘It must be due to the cold: it didn’t get above six degrees during the day that week and the temperature dropped below zero for several nights.’

      ‘Look at the position of her hands,’ said Jonan, ‘they’re turned upwards, like Ainhoa Elizasu’s.’

      ‘For New Year’s Eve, Carla chose a short, red, strappy dress and a white jacket made of some kind of plush fabric which hasn’t been found,’ read Amaia. ‘The murderer tore her clothing from the neckline to the hem, separating the underwear and the two parts of the dress so they lay to either side. An irregular shaped piece of skin and flesh, about ten centimetres square, is missing from the pubic area.’

      ‘If the murderer left one of those txantxigorris on Carla’s pubic mound, it would explain why the vermin only bit her there.’

      ‘And why didn’t they bite Ainhoa?’ asked Montes.

      ‘There wasn’t time,’ replied Dr San Martín as he entered the room. ‘Sorry I’m late, Inspector,’ he said, taking a seat.

      ‘And fuck the rest of us,’ murmured Montes.

      ‘Animals come down to drink at first light; unlike the first girl, she was there for barely a couple of hours. I’ve brought the autopsy report and a lot of news. The two girls died exactly the same way, strangled with a cord that was pulled tight with extraordinary force. Neither of them defended themselves. Both girls’ clothes were slashed with a very sharp object that produced superficial cuts on the skin of their chests and abdomens. Ainhoa’s pubic hair was shaved off, probably using the same sharp object, and sprinkled around the body. A small, sweet cake was left on her pubic mound.’

      ‘A txantxigorri,’ commented Amaia, ‘it’s a typical local delicacy’.

      ‘No cake of any kind was found on Carla Huarte’s body. However, as you suggested, Inspector, following careful examination of her clothing, we have found traces of sugar and flour similar to those used in the cake found on Ainhoa Elizasu’s body.’

      ‘It’s possible that the girl ate one for dessert and a few crumbs fell on her dress,’ said Jonan.

      ‘She didn’t eat any at home, at any rate, I checked,’ said Montes.

      ‘It’s not enough to link them,’ said Amaia, tossing her biro onto the table.

      ‘I think we’ve got what you need, Inspector,’ said San Martín, exchanging a knowing look with his assistant.

      ‘What are you waiting for, Dr San Martín?’ asked Amaia, getting to her feet.

      ‘For me,’ answered the Commissioner, entering the room, ‘please don’t bother getting up. Dr San Martín, tell them what you told me.’

      The pathologist’s assistant attached a comparative analysis graph with various coloured lines and numerical scales to the whiteboard. San Martín stood up and spoke with the confidence of someone who is used to being believed without question.

      ‘Our tests confirm that the cords used in the two crimes are identical, although this, in itself, is not conclusive. It’s parcel string, which is commonly used on farms, in construction, in the wholesale business … It’s made in Spain and sold in hardware stores and big DIY chain stores like Aki and Leroy Merlin.’ He paused theatrically, smiled and continued, looking first at the Commissioner and then at Amaia. ‘What is conclusive is the fact that the two pieces came consecutively from the same ball,’ he said, showing them two high definition photographs in which two pieces of string of the same size whose ends matched perfectly could be seen. Amaia sat down slowly without taking her eyes off the photos.

      ‘We’ve got a serial killer,’ she whispered.

      A ripple of suppressed excitement spread around the room. The growing murmur ceased immediately when the Commissioner began to speak.

      ‘Inspector Salazar, you told me you’re from Elizondo, didn’t you?’

      ‘Yes, sir, my family all live there.’

      ‘I think your knowledge of the area and certain aspects of the case, together with your training and experience, make you the ideal candidate to lead the investigation. Furthermore, your time in Quantico with the FBI could prove very useful to us right now. It seems we’ve got a serial killer on our hands and you did in depth work with the best in this field during your time there … methods, psychological profiling, background research … In any case, you’re in charge СКАЧАТЬ