So he finished his breakfast and moseyed on round to Big Jimmys flat for some stuff to sell. Luckily, the big man wasnt in and he only had to deal with that fuckwit scaghead Drum whos too far out of the world to care what anybody else is doing. Within the half-hour he was back on the pitch, doing the business, hoping nobody wondered where hed been all morning. Hell, most of them had probably still been out cold themselves.
But now its evening, and still nothings stirring on the streets. It makes him uneasy. Part of him begins to wonder if he dreamed the whole thing. He almost wants to walk round to Sandies pitch to see if shes standing on her usual corner, acting as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
He wishes the Voice was here right now to tell him whats going on. But since he delivered, hes heard nothing. He begins to wonder if hes been abandoned, if all the promises were a dream too.
It wouldnt be the first time.
Tony raised his glass and reached across the debris of the Chinese. Heres to one of our rare non-Catholic meals. They chinked glasses.
Non-Catholic meals? Carol frowned.
Mostly, when we eat together, its in the middle of a case. He picked up a piece of pancake. Here is my body which I sacrificed for you. He ate the pancake, then raised his glass again in mock-ceremony. Here is my blood which I shed for you.
Carol nodded, getting it. Only, in our case, the confession comes after the communion.
Only if were right.
She pulled a rueful face. Right, and lucky. She took his glass from him and sipped from the opposite side. She felt a crackle of electricity in the curiously intense moment. Before she could hand back the glass, the intimacy was shattered by the insistent ring of her mobile. Damn, she said, scrabbling for her bag.
Speaking of lucky Tony muttered.
DCI Jordan, Carol said.
Don Merricks familiar voice sounded in her ear. Weve got a body. I think youll want to see this one.
Carol stifled a sigh. Fine. Youll have to send a car for me, Ive had a couple of glasses of wine. Tony stood up and started shovelling the tinfoil containers into their plastic bag.
No problem, maam. You at your flat?
Actually, no, Don. Im at Dr Hills house. She caught Tonys glance and raised her eyes heavenwards as she gave Merrick the address. She was aware of muffled conversation at the other end of the phone. Then Merrick came back on.
Ive asked a car to pick you up there.
Ill see you shortly, Don, Carol said, ending the call. She drained her glass of wine and said, Seems weve got a body. She got to her feet. I didnt exactly mean the evening to end like this.
Tony picked up the dirty plates. Well, its probably best to stick to what we know were good at.
Temple Fields tawdry glitter was blurred by the slant of autumn rain. The car tyres hissed on the block paving of the pedestrianized zone at the heart of the area. The driver turned into a narrow side street. Redbrick and seedy, it harboured shop fronts with little allure and small entrepreneurial businesses with bedsits on the floors above. Halfway down, access was blocked by a pair of parked police cars. Vague figures hurried beyond the cars, heads down against the weather. As the car pulled up, Carol lowered her head, took a deep breath and climbed out.
Approaching the squad cars, Carol saw that the entrance to a smaller ginnel was closed off by crime-scene tape. Her stomach lurched in anticipation of what she was about to be confronted with. Please God, let it not be sexual. She ducked under the tape, giving her name and rank to the officer logging access to the scene, and spotted Paula standing at a grubby door leading to a stairwell. Seeing Carol, she broke off her conversation with a uniformed officer and turned to her.
Its upstairs, chief. Not a pretty sight.
Thanks, Paula. Carol paused on the threshold, snapping a pair of latex gloves over her hands. Who found the body?
One of the street girls. Dee. She and the dead girl used to share the room. Somewhere to take punters.
Was Dee with a punter, then?
Paula gave a grim little smile. According to Dee, as soon as he realized there was something wrong, he was out of there like a rat off a sinking ship.
Wheres Dee now?
On her way back to the nick to make a statement. With Sam.
Carol nodded in satisfaction. Thanks, Paula. She edged past a fingerprint technician lifting prints from the narrow banister and headed up. At the top of the steep, uncarpeted stairs, an open door cast an oblong of pale light on to the landing. The air was thick with the coppery smell of blood and the darker, deeper stink of human excrement. Though shed been steeling herself against it, Carol felt herself slide into flashback and almost lost her footing. But the sight of the SOCOs coolly going about their business anchored her back in the present, banishing the kaleidoscope of images that threatened to overwhelm her. Further up and further in.
As she reached the doorway, Carol was conscious of Merrick and Kevin turning to look at her. At first, she concentrated on the external details, working up gradually to deal with what lay at the heart of the room. It was a spartan space, shoddy and cheaply decorated with old stained woodchip emulsioned in what had once been magnolia. A pine bedstead, a couple of armchairs that looked like they were rescued from the tip, a sink, a card table and not much else. Nothing to distract her from the body on the bed.
The woman was tied down, her legs and arms spread in a hideous parody of ecstasy. Her blue eyes stared blankly at the ceiling. It wasnt hard to read panic and pain there. Her short bleached blonde hair was plastered to her head; the sweat of fear had soaked it and time had dried it into a stiff helmet. She was still dressed, her skirt a blood-soaked ruck around her hips. A sea of gore engulfed her lower body and soaked the thin, sagging mattress. Carol cleared her throat and moved closer. Thats a hell of a lot of blood, she said.
According to the police surgeon, she pretty much bled out, Merrick said. He reckons it took her a while to die.
Carol struggled with the emotions tormenting her and tried to remember how to do her job. Hes been and gone already?
Yeah, so happened he was at a dinner at the Queensbury. Wed hardly got here ourselves.
So, what have we got? she asked.
Merrick consulted his notebook. Sandie Foster, twenty-five, prostitute, convictions for soliciting and possession. But before we get into thatmaam, this is the identical MO to a series of four murders that happened two years ago, not long after you left us.
Were all the victims clothed, like this?
Like I said, its identical.
Well, maybe this time we can solve them.
Merrick and Kevin exchanged a glance. Kevin looked faintly apologetic. Thats the thing, guv. We already did.
What? Carol said.
Merrick shoved his gloved hands into his pockets. Kevin and I worked the case. Derek Tylerhe pleaded guilty. Hes in a secure hospital.
Could we have got the wrong man?
Merrick shoved his gloved hands into his pockets. Kevin and I worked the case. Derek Tylerhe pleaded guilty. Hes in a secure hospital.
Could we have got the wrong man?
Merrick shook his head, his lower lip jutting in stubborn denial. No room for doubt. The forensics nailed him. DNA, fingerprints, the lot. Derek Tyler. He pleaded guilty. He even made a confession of sorts, claiming the voices in his head told him to do it. And as soon as Tyler was arrested, the killings stopped. Even more proof, as if we needed it. They locked him up in Bradfield Moor and he refused to say another word about the murders.
Can we check if Tyler has been released? Carol asked.
I already have. I just came off the phone. Tyler is tucked up in bed, sleeping far better than he has any right to, so its not him.
Perhaps we missed something last time.
The forensics nailed him, Merrick insisted.
Maybe we should talk to Dr Hill, Kevin said. Making sense of things is his line, isnt it?
Good idea, Kevin, Carol said. Tony was always complaining he was never called in early enough on complex murder inquiries. She stepped outside the room and dialled Brandons mobile. When he answered, she briefly outlined the circumstances. On the face of it, it looks impossible, she said. Id like to bring Dr Hill in for a consultation.
Isnt it a little early for that? Brandon asked.
Normally Id agree with you, sir, but if theres any possibility were looking at a copycat, I think he could give us a quick answer. Like he did the first time we all worked together. Carol held her breath while Brandon considered.
All right, go ahead. Well talk more fully in the morning.
As the call ended, Carol stepped to one side to allow the mortuary staff access to the crime scene. Does Dr Vernon know about this? she asked.
The one bringing up the rear nodded. Yeah, he wants to cut and shut early tomorrow, hes got some conference or other to go to. He said to tell you hell be ready to roll at seven.
Merrick and Kevin joined her on the landing, to allow the technicians room to manoeuvre the dead woman into the body bag. Kevin, Sams interviewing the woman who found the body. I want you to come back to the station with me and sit in with him. You worked the case before, there might be something you pick up on that Sam wouldnt know about. Don, you and Paula start organizing door-to-door inquiries. We need to talk to all the street girls and rent boys we can get our hands on, as well as bar staff, punters and the like. Find out where Sandie Foster worked. Somebody must have seen her with her killer. She stripped off her gloves and shoved her hands in her pockets, unconsciously hunching her shoulders. And lets all keep an open mind for now.
Kevin found Sam Evans slouched against the wall outside one of the interview rooms. Hows it going? he asked.
Am I glad to see you, Evans groaned. That woman in there most definitely does not like people of colour. How come we say one word out of place and we get hit with a complaint of racism, but she gets to call me a jungle bunny?
Kevin winced. You want me to take a crack at her?
Be my guest. Evans waved a hand at the door. I cant get a single word out of her. Im going for a smoke.
He handed Kevin a folder and walked off. Kevin opened it and saw a single sheet of paper that told him nothing more than name, age and address. You werent joking, were you, Sam? he said softly.
Kevin looked through the spyhole in the door to see a bleached-blonde woman in a short, tight, black dress. The notes said she was twenty-nine but, from this distance, she looked closer to nineteen. She was pulling her skimpy jacket close to her as if the room was chill. She was smoking, and judging by the thickness of the air, it wasnt her first cigarette. So much for Brandons non-smoking policy. Kevin remembered the first day hed tried to enforce it. The suspect hed been interviewing had threatened him with a complaint under the human rights legislation for cruel and unusual punishment. He wasnt going to be telling Dee Smart to put her fag out. She was the nearest they had to a useful witness so far, and this case was far too important to take chances with.
He walked in and treated her to his best sympathetic smile. Thank fuck, she said. A human being.
You have a problem with my colleague? Kevin said, a sympathetic smile on his face.
He gives me the creeps, she muttered. Hes got that Ali G chip on his shoulder. Is it because I is black? No, mate, its because you is an arsehole. Somebody should tell him even whores are higher up the food chain than the shit on his shoe. Where does he get off, looking down his nose at me?
Hes a bit lacking in the social skills department.
You can say that again. She blew out a stream of smoke and scowled. So are you going to treat me any better?
Twenty minutes later, the two of them were almost cosy. The mugs of tea hed brought as an ice-breaker were empty, and theyd got through the hardest part, the actual discovery of the body. Just how long had this arrangement been going on? Kevin asked conversationally.
Dee lifted one shoulder in a half-shrug. About three months, I suppose. Sandie used to share the room with another girl, Mo, but she moved back to Leeds so Sandie asked me to come in with her.
How did it work in practice?
Dee flipped open her cigarette packet and looked in disgust at the three remaining cigarettes. Youre going to need to find a fag machine if were going to be at this much longer.
Dont worry about that. Tell me about the arrangement. Kevin gave her his best sympathetic smile.
Dee scowled. It brought the fine lines on her skin into sharp relief, making her look her age. Sandie has the early shift. Most nights she likes to knock off about ten. Shes got a kid. A little lad, Sean. Her mum looks after him. Sandie likes to get home in time to get a decent kip before she gets him up in the morning for school. Any time after half past ten, the room was mine.
Kevin tried not to think how Sean would be feeling when he woke up tomorrow morning to discover his mother had been murdered. Instead, he concentrated on what Dee was saying. So how come you didnt find her there last night? he asked.
I wasnt working last night. She clocked the look of surprise on his face. If you must know, I had the shits. I must have eaten something dodgy. There was no way I could turn tricks, the state I was in.
It made sense. Even whores could throw a sickie, Kevin thought. So as far as you knew, everything was normal? When you went up with your punter you expected the room to be empty?
Dee closed her eyes and shuddered at the memory. Yeah.
Had you seen Sandie at all earlier in the evening?
Dee shook her head. I wouldnt have unless I was working, and I wasnt. I had a couple of drinks in the Nags Head before I got started, but I never saw Sandie.
Where did she normally work?
Down the end of Campion Boulevard. Just past the mini-roundabout.
Kevin pictured it in his minds eye. Only fifty yards down the side street and Sandie would have been at the entrance to the alley where the shared room was. What about regulars? he asked.
Dee suddenly lost her composure. Her eyes welled up with tears and her voice emerged as a strangled wail. I dont know. Look, we shared the room and the rent, we didnt live in each others pockets, I dont know what she did or who she did it with.