Blackheath was shaking his head violently. He was gripping the edge of the table, and his knuckles had turned bone white. No. Why would you say that? We loved each other. His voice was strangled, whether with grief or anger Sutton couldnt be sure. Regardless, he pressed on.
Were just brainstorming, son. Its just that I cant help asking myself what your response would be. I know that if I was in your position, Id be pretty pissed off. Everything is finally rosy. All that shit about Bradshaw is in the past and the future is looking great. Then wham! it all comes crashing down. She finds the ring in your sock drawer, come on, lad! and tells you its over, she cant get married. Sutton leant forward, his expression looking for all the world like a bad actor trying to look sympathetic towards someone he despised. I bet she even did the whole its not you, its me thing. Did she tell you that shed always love you and youd remain friends? Sutton shook his head and looked at Warren. I hate it when they do that, dont you, sir?
Warren nodded. I wish theyd just be honest. I reckon its a way of feeling less guilty for treating you so badly.
Sutton turned back. Doesnt make you feel any better though, does it? Makes you feel even more humiliated. And how do you tell your mates? Or the blokes at work? And what about your mum and dad? If she leaves you can you afford the rent on your own? Its back to the granny flat with your tail between your legs. And what about the whispering? Ill bet theres a few crass enough to tell her its for the best and bring up the whole Kim Bradshaw thing. No wonder you were so angry.
Blackheath was now crying. No, never. It never happened like that. I know what youre saying, that I was so angry about being dumped by Sally that I killed her. But I didnt. I couldnt do that to her. She never said anything about finding the ring. And even if she had, Id never lay a finger on her. I love her too much.
For the next few moments, the room was silent, save for Blackheaths sobbing. Eventually, he wiped his eyes and sniffed loudly. Im not going to say another word without a lawyer. He nodded towards the tape machine. I was stupid to say anything without one.
Warren shrugged. No need for a lawyer. Like I said, you arent under arrest and are free to leave at any time. We have no more questions. Interview terminated at witness request. Stating the time, he leant forward and turned off the tape recorder.
Thank you for your time, Mr Blackheath. Would you like a lift back to work, or can we arrange for a cab to take you home?
Blackheath could only look on with surprise. Ill walk, he mumbled.
With that, Warren called the duty sergeant. Within a minute, the young man was out on the street, breathing in the icy December air.
* * *
Back in the interview room, Warren polled his fellow officers. Thoughts?
I think hes genuine. I rattled his cage good and hard but his story never changed. My gut tells me he didnt do it. Sutton shrugged apologetically as if sorry that he hadnt been able to wring a confession out of the young man.
I have to agree with DI Sutton, sir. He seemed genuine when we saw him yesterday and he hasnt changed a single detail since then. I think he really did love her. I also think her father was wrong and that she was going to marry him.
Warren agreed with both Sutton and Hardwick. My gut feeling is exactly the same. But we cant completely rule him out without eyewitness evidence or forensics he glanced at his watch which I am expecting any minute. Tell you what, why dont you two go and have an early lunch? Well get the rest of the team together and have a meeting at one p.m.
Yes, sir, both officers replied as Warren left the room.
Karen Hardwick turned to Sutton. How do you do it, sir?
Sutton knew what she was asking about. You just have to put aside your feelings. It doesnt matter if you feel sorry for them or not. Policing isnt a popularity contest. Sometimes you have to be harsh and nasty, because its a harsh and nasty world. He grimaced slightly. Even if it does leave an unpleasant taste in your mouth.
Well, when we find the real killer, hopefully hell understand.
Sutton shrugged. Time will tell.
Suddenly the door opened again and the desk sergeant poked his head around the door. DCI Jones says dont be late back from lunch. Blackheaths off the hook and youve got a new suspect.
Chapter 15
After a revelation like that, lunch was the last thing on Suttons and Hardwicks minds and both raced upstairs to the CID main office. One p.m. was nearly an hour away and detectives by their very nature were insatiably curious; there was no way that the two officers were going to wait to find out what had been discovered. Unfortunately, the door to Warrens office was closed. The DCIs rules were very clear if the door was open, they could knock and enter. If the door was closed, they shouldnt knock unless it was an emergency. Sutton looked at Carol, Warrens unofficial PA. She shrugged apologetically and pointed at the highly complex telephone unit that sat on her desk. Hes in there with DC Hastings on a conference call.
Any idea who hes talking to? blurted Karen Hardwick, without thinking.
Carol pursed her lips in disapproval. Im sure that if DCI Jones wants you to know who he is talking to on his private line, he will tell you himself, Detective Constable.
Hardwick blushed and stared at her shoes.
Sutton thanked Carol for her assistance and led the embarrassed constable away.
OK, plan B. When Gary comes out of there and you two disappear off for lunch together, you find out what hes got.
Hardwick turned even redder. What do you mean disappear off for lunch together?
Sutton looked at her in amusement. Youre working with a team of trained observers, Karen. How long did you two think youd keep it quiet?
Karen covered her face with her hands. Oh, no. We were so careful, trying to be professional at work.
Belatedly Sutton realised why she was so uncomfortable. Dont worry, lass. Nobody thinks otherwise. So long as you keep your private life at home, nobody cares. He patted her awkwardly on the shoulder. If anything, the guv thinks you make a sweet couple.
Karen moaned as if in pain.
Im not really helping, am I? asked Sutton.
No, sir, not really.
* * *
The briefing room was packed with team members, all eager to hear the latest developments. Warren called for quiet and the buzz of conversation settled down. Neither Karen nor Tony Sutton had managed to speak to DCI Jones or DC Hastings, so they were still in the dark about the new suspect.
Warren decided to address the question of Darren Blackheath first, handing over to Gary Hastings.
The DC shuffled the piece of paper in front of him. I have the remaining results from the house-to-house inquiries conducted with Sally Evans neighbours. Weve finally spoken to everyone on the estate. Its the usual story: half the neighbours didnt recognise her photo and most of the rest couldnt remember what they were doing that evening. Those that knew the couple said that they seemed nice enough and never had any bother. There was no evidence that there were any problems.
The night she went missing, most couldnt recall if Blackheaths car had been present earlier in the evening, before her mother and Cheryl came around. However, we finally found one eyewitness who claims to be certain that he saw Blackheaths car about six-thirty, before he went out to join his wife at the local bingo hall. I showed him a picture of the car and he said he recognised it immediately. He gestured towards a picture of the car projected on the far wall. Lets face it, hes hardly going to be mistaken.
A polite titter went around the room. Darren Blackheaths pride and joy was nothing if not distinctive. It had started life as a dark purple Vauxhall Astra. Its year of manufacture was unclear as the personalised number plate suggested the owner was a Bad Boy, rather than giving a registration date.
The vanity plate was the least personalised element of the car. The cars tyres had been replaced with what appeared to be little more than black elastic bands wrapped around gold alloy disks. The suspension was lowered to make anything higher than a few centimetres a hazard to the fat, twin exhaust pipes that protruded from the rear, and graffiti-style electric-blue decals covered the vehicle, contrasting jarringly with the paint job. An unnecessarily large spoiler on the back made the whole thing look like a toy. The blacked-out windows, fluorescent-pink windscreen wipers and double bank of headlamps completed the whole garish ensemble.
Thanks, Gary. Anything from Forensics?
No evidence of any foul play in either Blackheaths car or their apartment. The car has been cleaned very thoroughly recently, which may have removed traces of mud, but that in itself isnt suspicious. Blackheath is known to be obsessive about his car and he polished it most weekends. There is plenty of Sally Evans DNA inside the car and some fibres matching the coat she was wearing the night she was killed, but that is to be expected. She didnt drive so Blackheath ferried her around a lot. However, there was none in the boot, or the back seat where youd expect him to have forced her to sit.
He could have propped her up in the passenger seat. It was dark, suggested Sutton, although he was clearly playing devils advocate.
Hastings shrugged. Anythings possible, I suppose. He didnt sound convinced.
What about traffic and surveillance? Warren asked, eager to move the conversation on.
There are no surveillance or traffic cameras near the back alley where she was presumably abducted from. However, traffic cameras a couple of junctions away caught his licence number both just before six, when he should have been about to arrive and pick her up, and about fifteen minutes later when he claims to have left. We cant tell what he did in that fifteen-minute window, but the timings are consistent with his version of events. Unfortunately, we have no other sightings of the car, so only the eyewitness report ties him to the apartment and rules out him driving her to the woods.
Warren tapped a pencil thoughtfully. So it seems that this witness, what CCTV we have and the forensics back up his story of what took place. Id suggest that hes no longer a suspect. Heads nodded around the briefing table.
OK, next up, where are we on Bill Evans alibi?
DC Annabel Willis, a new probationary constable who had been assigned to follow up on that lead, spoke up. Not much yet, Im afraid. Travelodge have been very helpful. They confirm that his credit card was used in the Cambridge branch that evening. Were looking at CCTV to see if we can piece together his comings and goings, but by their own admission itd be easy enough to leave the hotel for a few hours without being picked up if you really wanted to.
What about this mysterious woman he claims to be having an affair with?
This time it was DS Johnson who addressed the team. Not a lot yet. As he suggested, her mobile phone is switched off. They arent due to meet up for another month more if they skip the New Year weekend. Were trying to trace ownership of her phone, but it doesnt look helpful. We contacted the dating agency to see if she paid by credit card and to ask what records they have on the two of them, but theyve insisted on a court order. However, the woman I spoke to hinted that they hold very little useful data. They might not even use credit cards, rather an Internet-based payment system that isnt located in this country.
So verifying his alibi is going to be very difficult, summarised Sutton.
Well, keep at him. Something about him doesnt quite ring true. The two officers nodded their assent.
With those two out of the way, perhaps we should turn our attention to new suspects. Gary, why dont you take us through what you and DS Kent have found?
Hastings removed the picture of Blackheaths car from the screen.
DS Kent and I have been putting all of the forensic and scene evidence into the HOLMES database to see what comes up. Its been quite tricky as the most striking characteristic of this case has been the lack of evidence at the scene. Anyhow, we finally figured out the correct search terms to use, uploaded what information we had and weve started getting interesting results.
He clicked on the screen.
We have five potential hits. Rapes where very little forensic evidence was gathered and the CSIs speculate that the perpetrator went to great lengths to avoid leaving trace behind. In all five cases the victims followed a very set routine and were kidnapped, subdued with solvent, bound then taken to a secluded spot to be raped. They were then left and found by a member of the public. However, none of the five were killed. If its the same guy, either hes changed his MO or Sally Evans death was an accident.
Working backwards in time, the most recent was that of a jogger in June 2006 in Reading. The case was unsolved. Four years earlier a similar attack took place in Bristol again the case is unsolved. We know these two cases are separate to the first three cases, because those were solved and the attacker was behind bars when the later two took place.
So we believe that the person responsible for the attacks in Bristol and Reading has struck again? suggested Tony Sutton.
Actually, we suspect not. The other three attacks took place in June, August and November of 1997.
It seems a long time between attacks. Why would he suddenly resurface? asked Karen Hardwick.
The attacker was convicted in May 1998 and sent down for eighteen years. The attacks occurred in and around the village of Stennfield, a couple of miles north of here.
Tony Sutton, who had been at Middlesbury CID longer than anyone in the room, gasped audibly. Youre kidding? Youre talking about Richard Cameron? That case was ongoing when I was a rookie DC. Hed be due parole pretty soon, Id have thought.
Hastings nodded. Released on licence this time last year. Bloody big coincidence, dont you think?
Chapter 16
With the name of a potential suspect on the table a strategy was needed to bring the man in for questioning. Richard Cameron was a convicted serial rapist living on licence in a tiny village to the north of Middlesbury. Like all such ex-offenders he was required to report his current address to the police and maintain contact with a probation officer. Current police records on Cameron were sketchy and largely out of date, with the interest in him minimal in the almost thirteen years since hed been sent to prison. Prior to his release, the files had been updated with a more recent mugshot and details of his current whereabouts, but for the most part he was the responsibility of the probation service.