COLD KILL. Neil White

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      Chapter Twelve

      Carson waited until they were clear of the journalists before he asked, ‘How do you think it went?’

      Laura was surprised. Carson was a brute, direct and strong, but there was a hint of self-doubt in his voice. ‘It said enough,’ she said. ‘Maybe the serial killer question will help, because it scares, and it puts the word into people’s heads without our having to use it.’

      ‘But should we have said more?’ Carson persisted.

      ‘No,’ Joe said. ‘Say too much and you risk getting things wrong. Let’s see what comes in today, and if there is anything forensic to work from.’

      Carson nodded his agreement as they headed away from the atrium and towards the Incident Room. Everyone was already lined up and waiting for them, and so Carson went straight to the front as Laura made her way to the back. The front two rows of desks were occupied by those keen to be spotted, the shirts pristine, pastel colours and bold ties, one uniform replaced by another. Joe sat behind Carson, in a corner, to observe, as always. The room was full, all the door-to-door detectives coming back for the press conference debrief, and everyone was attentive and quiet. The discovery of the body was still too new, and so no one wanted to break rank and crack a gag, although she guessed that the respectful silence wouldn’t last to the end of the next day.

      ‘Two murders in less than a month,’ Carson said, and he banged the whiteboard behind him with the flat of his hand. ‘We’ll get the blame for the second one after not catching him first time round. Remember that,’ and he pointed around the room, his finger going to each face. ‘If you miss something, you might be explaining it to the High Court, because Kinsella,’ and he jerked his thumb in Joe’s direction, ‘he reckons that this isn’t going to end here.’

      Carson looked around the room slowly. The detectives had settled into clusters, with those who had been knocking on doors separate from those who had been with the extended family and friends, and they shuffled nervously as Carson met their gaze, one by one.

      ‘So has anyone got anything?’ Carson shouted at the room, prowling along the front, his paces making the photographs taped to the whiteboard flutter as he went past.

      No one spoke at first, just exchanged glances, but then someone just in front of Laura, a small man with a crew cut and moustache, coughed and strained his neck so that he could be seen.

      ‘We did the houses that back onto the scene,’ he said. ‘It’s busy down there. The local kids use the path as a mini-moto run, buzzing round most nights. And if it isn’t them, it’s kids boozing in groups. Some of the residents have had abuse when they’ve looked out of their windows, been called paedos and things like that, and so they might not have noticed any noise.’

      ‘But if it’s busy, maybe the body hasn’t been there as long as it looks,’ Carson said. ‘We can check that in the post-mortem.’

      ‘Oh yeah, we got a call on that,’ said another voice, and a post-it note was passed forward. ‘Tomorrow morning. The doc didn’t want to rush it, so he’ll do it first thing and take as long as we need.’

      ‘Who have we got?’ Carson asked.

      ‘Doctor Pratt,’ the same voice said.

      Carson nodded approvingly, and then he pointed to the detective who’d spoken first and asked him, ‘Did anyone make you suspicious?’

      ‘From the houses?’ the detective said, and then shook his head as he answered his own question. ‘No. Just normal young families.’

      ‘Do you know how abnormal the killer looks, or who he lives with?’ Carson said, his eyes wide.

      Laura saw the embarrassment creep up the back of the detective’s neck, a blush to match his lilac shirt.

      ‘No, I don’t,’ the detective replied.

      ‘So run everyone’s name through the computer, and see if anything pops up,’ Carson said. When the detective looked to his colleague, who had suddenly developed an interest in the floor, Carson added, ‘You did get everyone’s name, didn’t you?’

      The detective looked down.

      ‘Fucking hell,’ Carson said, and slammed his hand on the whiteboard. One of the photographs slid off. ‘That’s your next job,’ he barked. ‘Go back and get everyone’s details, and then run them, see what you get. Convictions, intelligence, incident logs. And look for any link to either of the dead women or their families!’

      Carson pointed to two young detectives standing next to Laura. ‘I want you two to go through the Sex Offenders Register,’ he said. ‘Visit everyone on it who targets women. Forget about the child porn and kiddie fiddlers. I want the flashers, the gropers, the closet cameramen. If they haven’t got an alibi for either death, then they’re suspects.’

      ‘And look for violence,’ Joe said. ‘The flashers should be the first stop on the list. Ask around, speak to the beat cops and PCSO’s, see if they can think of anyone who is dangerous but hasn’t been caught yet. And concentrate on white offenders.’

      ‘Why is that?’ someone asked.

      ‘Common sense,’ Joe said. ‘The victims were white. The girl this morning was found in a white area. An Asian man would stand out, be remembered, wouldn’t venture onto that estate. So a white man is most likely.’

      A female detective put up her hand. Laura recognised the glossy blonde hair and the frosty body language. It was Rachel Mason, sitting in the middle of the room. Laura had crossed her before, except that now Laura was a sergeant and Rachel was still a constable.

      ‘I spoke to the extended family,’ Rachel said. ‘They know what Jane’s parents do, but they say that Jane was different, not part of that set-up. She worked for a travel agent in town and was just trying to make her own way.’

      ‘Boyfriend?’

      Rachel shook her head. ‘They split up a couple of months ago, but nothing in it. Childhood sweethearts who grew out of each other.’

      ‘If the wider family don’t know of a link between the two women, we can leave them alone for a while,’ Carson said. ‘The Jane Roberts murder is linked to the murder of Deborah Corley. We need to find out what it is that links the two women.’

      ‘We got a nod from an informant that Don Roberts has already put out a reward,’ said a voice at the side of the room. ‘Fifty grand, so I was told.’

      ‘Great,’ Carson said, rolling his eyes. ‘The security racket must be doing well. How do these people grow fortunes?’ He shook his head. ‘The back streets of Blackley will be crawling with amateur sleuths right now, none of them fit for fucking purpose. Can you imagine what it will be like when all the local smackheads think they’ve got a path to easy money. Don will get more names than fucking Lloyds.’

      ‘Maybe we can persuade the drug squad to muscle a bit of info out of someone,’ the same voice said. ‘You know how it is, they’ll do anything to stay out of a cell.’

      ‘Try everything,’ Carson said, and then turned his attention to two detectives sitting at a table near the front. ‘Anything from СКАЧАТЬ