COLD KILL. Neil White

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СКАЧАТЬ rather than just dumped,’ she said. ‘And we might get some of his DNA from her thighs or face.’

      ‘Provided he wasn’t wearing gloves.’

      Laura raised her eyebrows. ‘That goes without saying.’

      Carson nodded. ‘What about the clothes?’ he said. ‘She didn’t walk down here naked.’

      ‘He’s got some forensic awareness, because he realised that his DNA would be all over her,’ Laura said. ‘He took the clothes away to stop him from being identified, which makes it more likely that he wore gloves, as a precaution. And he’s cool.’

      ‘What do you mean?’ Carson asked.

      ‘Look around,’ Laura said, and she pointed towards the houses that overlooked the scene. ‘All it would take is for someone to look out of their bedroom window, or even hear the struggle, and we would be down here. An eye-witness is the best we can hope for right now, unless he’s slipped up.’

      ‘Anything else?’

      Laura looked at the body, and as she felt Carson’s stare bore into her, she tried to think of something she might have missed. Or maybe he was just trying to make her spout wild theories to use against her later. She wasn’t the only woman on the team, but she still felt like she had to prove herself for spoiling the macho party, and she’d heard the little digs that she was Joe’s new favourite.

      Then it struck her.

      ‘If she was alive when he was filling her with soil, it meant that she wasn’t being raped when she died,’ Laura said. ‘If all of that was in there, he couldn’t have been, and so whatever he did afterwards was just to degrade her.’

      Carson tilted his head and Laura saw the skin around his eyes crinkle. It looked like there was a smile there. Test passed.

      Laura looked at Joe and saw that he was still staring intently at the corpse.

      ‘What is it, Joe?’ Carson asked.

      Joe didn’t respond at first. That was just his way, quiet, contemplative, but then he rose to his feet, his knees cracking, and looked down.

      ‘This isn’t going to end,’ he said, his voice quiet.

      ‘Why do you say that?’ Laura said.

      ‘Because he has attacked before, and once you start, you don’t stop,’ he said.

      ‘We know he’s done this before,’ Carson said, his brow furrowed. ‘Three weeks ago.’

      ‘No, even before then,’ Joe said, and gestured towards the body with a nod of his head. ‘The signature is so fixed. The debris and soil in the vagina, the mouth, the anus. Too much like the last one. But why does he do it? No one just chances on that, the perfect method. Signatures grow and develop. This one? It’s a replica of the first.’

      Carson sighed behind his mask. ‘This is sounding like a long haul,’ he said, almost to himself.

      Joe shot worried glances at Laura and Carson. ‘We haven’t got the time for that,’ he said. ‘We need to catch him quickly, because the gap will shorten.’

      ‘Are you sure about that?’

      Joe nodded. ‘These murders are three weeks apart, but identical methods were used. He’s found his style and likes it.’

      ‘Why is all that dirt in there?’ Laura asked.

      Joe looked down at the body, then he looked at Carson, and then at Laura.

      ‘I don’t know,’ he said slowly. ‘And we will need to work that out if we are going to catch whoever did this, but I do know one thing: he’s going to want to do it again.’

      Chapter Four

      Jack put his camera away as he watched the activity at the crime scene.

      He had managed some shots of the white suits as they were bent over the body, knowing that Dolby would like those. And as he’d zoomed in, he’d recognised one of the white suits as Laura McGanity, his partner.

      He smiled to himself. No, not partner. Fiancée. They had been engaged for a few months now, but things had changed since he’d proposed. Laura had thrown herself back into her career, and it seemed they saw each other only briefly in the house, pit-stops between her shifts. She complained that he was showing no commitment, that he was stalling about the wedding, but it was more that they didn’t have the time to talk about it. Laura wanted it low-key, because she had been married before, a marriage that produced a son, Bobby, the main brightness in their lives, eight years old now. Both of Jack’s parents were dead and so he had no one to offend by keeping it small, but it felt like it wasn’t the same big deal for her, because Laura had already had the big white wedding with all the trimmings.

      As he watched her, Jack knew that Laura was the reason why Dolby had asked him to cover the story, hoping for an inside line, maybe a loose word over supper. But Jack knew better: Laura wouldn’t give anything crucial away. Having a reporter as her squeeze had caused her enough trouble before, hints and jibes that she was whispering secrets along the pillow. It would only take one lazy article, where he forgot what was official and what was secret, and Laura could lose her job.

      The crowd around the police tape had grown, from the simply curious passing through, some with dogs straining on leads, the police blocking access to the usual dog-walking path, to the unemployed looking for a way to fill the day. Teenagers hung around on bikes, some just watching, others riding in tight circles, all in black, hoods drawn over their faces in spite of the warmth, laughing and talking too loudly. Young mothers smoked and gossiped, and two men at the end were drinking from a can of Tennent’s, which was passed between them as they watched the police at work. A police van drifted across the junction at the top of the street.

      All the activity was taking place in a small patch of trees between some houses, the police in the shadows, talking in small clusters. Some flowers had already arrived and been placed by a lamppost, although the identity of the body hadn’t been released yet.

      Jack approached the crime scene tape, hoping to overhear the police talking, but as he got near, a female officer put her hand up.

      ‘You need to move away,’ she said, the light tremble in her voice telling him that she was new to the force.

      ‘I’m a reporter,’ he said, and then he pointed to where the body had been found. ‘Do we have a name?’

      She shook her head and repeated, ‘You need to move away.’

      ‘I don’t want to get closer. I just want to find out who she is. Do you know yet?’

      She was about to shake her head, but she stopped herself and put up her hand. ‘Please, move away.’

      ‘Can you tell me anything?’ Jack persisted. ‘How did she die? When did she die?’

      ‘No, I’m sorry, I can’t tell you anything,’ she said, her voice firmer now. Jack could tell that he had annoyed her.

      He smiled an apology and then turned away as he realised that he wasn’t going to get anything else СКАЧАТЬ