But profiling isnt just about nailing the next Hannibal the Cannibal. It can be used in a wide variety of crimes. Weve already had notable success in airport anti-hijacking measures, in catching drug couriers, poison-pen writers, blackmailers, serial rapists and arsonists. And just as importantly, profiling has been used very effectively to advise police officers on interview techniques for dealing with suspects in major crime enquiries. Its not that your officers lack interviewing skills; its just that our clinical background means we have developed different approaches that can often be more productive than familiar techniques.
Tony took a deep breath and leaned forward, gripping the edge of the lectern. His final paragraph had sounded good in front of the bathroom mirror. He prayed it would hit the right spot rather than stamp on peoples corns. My team and I are now one year into a two-year feasibility study on setting up the National Criminal Profiling Task Force. Ive already delivered an interim report to the Home Office, who confirmed to me yesterday that they are committed to forming this task force as soon as my final report is delivered. Ladies and gentlemen, this revolution in crime fighting is going to happen. Youve got a year to make sure it happens in a form that you feel comfortable with. My team and I have all got open minds. Were all on the same side. We want to know what you think, because we want it to work. We want violent, serial offenders behind bars, just like you do. I believe you could use our help. I know we can use yours.
Tony took a step backwards and savoured the applause, not because it was particularly enthusiastic, but because it signalled the end of the forty-five minutes hed been dreading for weeks. Public speaking had always been firmly outside the boundaries of his comfort zone, so much so that hed turned his back on an academic career after achieving his doctorate because he couldnt face the constant spectre of the lecture theatre. The ability to perform was not a reason in itself for doing so. Somehow, spending his days poking around in the distorted recesses of the minds of the criminally insane was far less threatening.
As the short-lived clapping died away, Tonys Home Office minder bounced to his feet from his front-row chair. While Tony provoked a wary distrust in the police section of his audience, George Rasmussen generated more universal irritation than a flea bite. His eager smile revealed too many teeth and a disturbing resemblance to George Formby that was at odds with the seniority of his Civil Service post, the elegant cut of his grey pinstripe suit and the yammering bray of a public-school accent so exaggerated that Tony was convinced Rasmussen had really been educated in some inner-city comprehensive. Tony half listened as he shuffled his notes together and replaced his acetates in their folder. Grateful for fascinating insight, blah, blah coffee and those absolutely delicious biscuits, blah, blah opportunity for informal questions, blah, blah remind you all submissions to Dr Hill due by
As the short-lived clapping died away, Tonys Home Office minder bounced to his feet from his front-row chair. While Tony provoked a wary distrust in the police section of his audience, George Rasmussen generated more universal irritation than a flea bite. His eager smile revealed too many teeth and a disturbing resemblance to George Formby that was at odds with the seniority of his Civil Service post, the elegant cut of his grey pinstripe suit and the yammering bray of a public-school accent so exaggerated that Tony was convinced Rasmussen had really been educated in some inner-city comprehensive. Tony half listened as he shuffled his notes together and replaced his acetates in their folder. Grateful for fascinating insight, blah, blah coffee and those absolutely delicious biscuits, blah, blah opportunity for informal questions, blah, blah remind you all submissions to Dr Hill due by
The sound of shuffling feet drowned out the rest of Rasmussens spiel. When it came to a choice between a civil servants vote of thanks and a cup of coffee, it was no contest. Not even for the civil servants. Tony took a deep breath. Time to abandon the lecturer. Now he had to be the charming, well-informed colleague, eager to listen, to assimilate and to make his new contacts feel he was really on their side.
John Brandon stood up and stepped aside to allow the other people in his row to move out of their seats. Watching Tony Hills performance hadnt been as informative as hed hoped. It had told him a lot about psychological profiling, but almost nothing about the man, except that he seemed self-assured without being arrogant. The last three quarters of an hour hadnt made him any more certain that what he was planning was the right course of action. But he couldnt see any alternative. Staying close to the wall, Brandon moved forward against the flow until he was level with Rasmussen. Seeing his audience vote with its feet, the civil servant had sharply wound up his speech and switched off his smile. As Rasmussen gathered up the papers hed dumped on his seat, Brandon slipped past him and crossed the floor towards Tony, who was fastening the clasps on his battered Gladstone bag.
Brandon cleared his throat and said, Dr Hill? Tony looked up, polite enquiry on his face. Brandon swallowed his qualms and continued. We havent met before, but youve been working on my patch. Im John Brandon
The ACC Crime? Tony interrupted, a smile reaching his eyes. Hed heard enough about John Brandon to know he was a man he wanted on his side. Im delighted to meet you, Mr Brandon, he said, injecting warmth into his voice.
John. Its John, Brandon said, more abruptly than hed intended. He realized with a spurt of surprise that he was nervous. There was something about Tony Hills calm assurance that unsettled him. I wonder if we can have a word?
Before Tony could reply, Rasmussen was between them. If youd excuse me, he interjected without any note of humility, the smile back in place. Tony, if youd just come through now to the coffee lounge, I know our friends in the police will be eager to chat to you on a more intimate basis. Mr Brandon, if youd like to follow us.
Brandon could feel his hackles rising. He felt awkward enough about the situation without having to fight to keep their conversation confidential in a room full of coffee-swilling coppers and nosy Home Office mandarins. If I could just have a word with Dr Hill in private?
Tony glanced at Rasmussen, noting the slight deepening of the parallel lines between his eyebrows. Normally, it would have tickled him to wind up Rasmussen by continuing his conversation with Brandon. He always enjoyed pricking pomposity, reducing the self-important to impotent. But too much hung on the success of his encounters with other police officers today, so he decided to forego the pleasure. Instead, he turned pointedly away from Rasmussen and said, John, are you driving back to Bradfield after lunch?
Brandon nodded.
Perhaps you could give me a lift, then? I came on the train, but if you dont mind, Id rather not wrestle with British Rail on the way back. You can always drop me at the city limits if you dont want to be seen fraternizing with the Trendy Wendies.
Brandon smiled, his long face creasing into simian wrinkles. I dont think thatll be necessary. Ill be just as happy to drop you at force headquarters. He stood back and watched Rasmussen steer Tony to the doors, fussing all the way. He couldnt shake off the slightly disconcerted feeling that the psychologist had given him. Maybe it was simply that hed grown so accustomed to being in control of everything in his world that asking for help had become an alien experience that automatically made him feel uncomfortable. There was no other obvious explanation. Shrugging, Brandon followed the crowd through to the coffee lounge.
Tony snapped the seat belt closed and savoured the comfort of the unmarked Range Rover. He said nothing as Brandon manoeuvred out of the Manchester force headquarters car park and headed for the motorway network, unwilling to interfere with the concentration necessary to avoid missing the way in an unfamiliar city. As they cruised down the slip road and joined the fast-flowing traffic, Tony broke the silence. If it helps, I think I already know what it is you wanted to talk to me about.
Brandons hands tensed on the wheel. I thought you were a psychologist, not a psychic, he joked. He surprised himself. Humour wasnt his natural mode; he normally resorted to it only under pressure. Brandon couldnt get used to how nervous he felt asking this favour.
Some of your colleagues would take more notice of me if I was, Tony said wryly. So, do you want me to have a guess and run the risk of making a complete fool of myself?
Brandon snatched a quick look at Tony. The psychologist looked relaxed, hands palm down on his thighs, feet crossed at the ankles. He looked as though hed be more at home in jeans and a sweater than in the suit which even Brandon recognized as well past its fashionable sell-by date. He could relate to that, remembering the scathing comments his daughters routinely passed on his own plain clothes. Brandon said abruptly, I think weve got a serial killer operating in Bradfield.
Tony released a small, satisfied sigh. I was beginning to wonder if youd noticed, he said ironically.
Its by no means a unanimous opinion, Brandon said, feeling the need to warn Tony before hed even asked for his help.
Id gathered as much from the press coverage, Tony said. If its any comfort to you, Im as certain as I can be from what Ive read that your analysis is right.
Thats not entirely the impression you gave in those quotes of yours I saw in the Sentinel Times after the last one, Brandon said.
Its my job to cooperate with the police, not to undermine them. I assumed you had your own operational reasons for not going public with the serial-killer angle. I did stress to them that what I was saying was no more than an informed guess based on the information that was in the public domain, Tony added, his genial tone contradicting the sudden tensing of his fingers that ruched the material of his trousers into loose pleats.
Brandon smiled, aware only of the voice. Touche. So, are you interested in giving us a hand?