The Cutting Place. Jane Casey

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СКАЧАТЬ need to – the weight of the bone itself snapped it. If you find the other side of the bone, there’ll be a matching notch in it where this bone came away. Think of breaking a green stick. You don’t get a clean edge – you take a bit of the other side of the break away with you. The size of the spur varies but, in general, the more powerful the saw, the larger the spur. These are small.’

      ‘Messy,’ I commented.

      ‘And slow. Cutting someone up isn’t the kind of job where you want to take your time. Bodies are cumbersome and it’s a horrible working environment. On the other hand, if you want to avoid attracting attention, a handsaw has the virtue of being quiet.’ She straightened up. ‘The kerfs will help us narrow down the kind of saw you’re looking for – the number of teeth per inch, the direction of cut, the set of the blade and so forth. We’ll be able to find out a lot more once this lot is under a microscope.’

      ‘Looking forward to it.’ I ran through my notes. ‘You said she’d been in the water for a couple of days. Any idea when she actually died?’

      Dr Early shook her head. ‘Too many variables. We don’t know where the body was kept before or after it was dismembered. If it was refrigerated, for instance, that would have delayed decomp. I don’t have enough of her to tell you anything so useful.’

      ‘And we don’t have any trace evidence to speak of because of the water.’ Derwent’s shoulders slumped. ‘It’s almost as if they didn’t want us to work out who killed her.’

      ‘It’s not playing fair, is it? She’s going to be a bit of a mystery until we can find some more of her. Or unless you work out who she is, obviously. That would help.’

      ‘Wouldn’t it, though?’ I closed my notebook with a snap that made the pathologist’s assistant jump. ‘It shouldn’t take us long to look through the missing person reports for a woman—’

      ‘—or a man,’ Derwent chipped in helpfully.

      ‘Who disappeared at some time or other that wasn’t in the last two days, probably, and might be twenty-something and might have light brown hair—’

      ‘—but otherwise has no distinguishing marks—’

      ‘—on about ten per cent of his or her body,’ I finished.

      ‘At least you were paying attention. It sounds as if you’ve got quite a lot of work to do.’ Dr Early nodded at the door. ‘Better get on with it, hadn’t you?’

      We were almost at the car when Derwent’s phone rang.

      ‘Boss.’

      I waited, watching his face, trying to read what he was thinking as the boss – DCI Una Burt – talked on, and on, and on. Derwent wasn’t her biggest fan, and the feeling was entirely mutual. He started out looking irritated but that faded, replaced with grim resolve.

      ‘Yeah. OK. I understand. No, it’s fine.’

      Silence as she spoke again. He rubbed his face with the hand that wasn’t holding the phone and turned in a tight circle, impatient now. I could practically hear what he was thinking. Get on with it.

      ‘Yes. As soon as I can. Yes. Yes. OK.’ He ended the call and stood for a moment, staring down at the phone absently. His face was bleak.

      ‘Everything all right?’

      ‘I have to go to Poplar.’

      ‘Why?’

      ‘Another case.’ He put his phone away and started searching his pockets, distracted. ‘A cot death. Suspicious circumstances.’

      ‘Oh.’

      ‘The boss doesn’t want to send Liv. She thought it might hit too close to home.’

      ‘Oh,’ I said again, this time with more understanding. Liv was six months pregnant, at the stage where you couldn’t miss it. Sending her to a cot death would be hard on her, and hard on the parents whether they were guilty or not. ‘So she’s sending you?’

      ‘She asked me if I minded.’

      ‘And you said you didn’t?’ I raised an eyebrow at him.

      ‘Look, it’s not my favourite kind of job but I’ll do it. She’s getting Liv to help you on this one instead.’

      I didn’t know if I was relieved or disappointed. By swapping a detective inspector and a detective constable, Burt was effectively putting me in charge of finding out who murdered the woman in the river. It was a vote of confidence.

      I could have wished it had come on an easier case though.

      ‘And who are you working with?’

      ‘Georgia.’

      Of course. I did my best to look blandly interested. Detective Constable Georgia Shaw was more or less the last person I’d want to work with, but Derwent didn’t mind her. She was pretty and ambitious and overwhelmingly irritating to me. If Derwent had been describing her, he would have stopped at pretty, and that seemed to be good enough for him.

      He was still patting his pockets, swearing under his breath.

      ‘I have the car keys,’ I said. ‘If that’s what you’re looking for.’

      ‘Why didn’t you say?’ He held out his hand for them and I shook my head.

      ‘I’ll drive.’ I wanted him to have time to prepare himself for what lay ahead, to get his game face ready. He wasn’t as tough as he pretended to be, I knew, and when cases involved children he struggled to maintain his objectivity. Taking on this case would cost him something he’d never admit, even to himself. But I couldn’t say any of that out loud. ‘I need to get back to the office and I don’t trust you not to drop me at the nearest tube station so you can get to Poplar sooner.’

      ‘I would never do that,’ Derwent protested.

      ‘You’ve done it before.’

      ‘Only a couple of times.’

      ‘And I should have learned my lesson after the first time.’

      He looked amused. ‘Thanks, Kerrigan.’

      ‘Any time.’ I unlocked the car. ‘Now get in. We have places to be.’

       3

      Five hours after leaving the morgue, I had looked at hundreds of missing persons files on my flickering computer screen. The smudgy images and bland descriptions had all merged into one faceless, anonymous woman. I leaned back in my chair and tipped my chin up, easing the muscles in my neck.

      ‘I can’t bear to look at any more. My eyeballs feel like leather. I can’t tell if there’s something wrong with my screen or my eyes.’

      ‘No luck?’ DCI Burt paused by my desk and peered at my notes. ‘You’ve got a shortlist, СКАЧАТЬ