one.â
âA pervert?â
âI think so. Youâve got to say, it points that way. She died at the scene, thereâs no doubt about that. The area round the body was too bloodstained for her to have been taken there after death. And the location suggests she wasnât killed by someone who knew her. Itâs the sort of place she might well have gone for privacy with a punter, and the sort of place a killer might have gone for privacy with his victim.â
âSo what do you reckon our chances of a result are, then?â
âToo early to say. If the killerâs been careless like a lot of these guys can be, then weâre sorted. Forensicsâll have him in no time.â
âUnless, of course, heâs not known to us.â
I didnât like to think of that scenario. âTrue. But someone who can do that ⦠you know, grab a young girl from behind and cut her throat from ear to ear. Even in this day and age, I donât think there are many who could. Someone like that is likely to have done something thatâs brought him to the attention of the police before. But if heâs planned it, and heâs been careful, and heâs picked someone who doesnât know him from Adamââ
âLike a prostitute.â
âLike a prostitute, then he could be miles away by now.â
âAnd what do you think? Do you think heâs a planner or someone who just canât control his urges?â
âWell, my gut feeling is that heâs a planner. But I havenât really got anything to back that up with, except for the fact that he picked a good spot to take her out, and he obviously knew what he was doing. What about you? Whatâs your take on it?â
Malik smiled wearily. âI think itâs depressing that we learn all these investigative skills, yet how much do we actually ever need them?â
âWhat do you mean?â
âWell, unless the guyâs an idiot or we get a lucky break, then weâre not going to catch him, are we? No matter how clever we are.â
âPoliceworkâs all about lucky breaks, but you know what they say: in the end, you make your own luck.â
âWell, I hope we get lucky, then, because otherwise itâs just a matter of waiting, isnât it?â
âHe may not kill again,â I said. âSometimes they donât.â
âAnd if he doesnât, then he may never be brought to justice.â
âThatâs the trade-off. Letâs just hope it doesnât come to that. To successful forensics,â I said, raising my glass.
âTo successful forensics,â Malik intoned, not looking completely convinced.
For a few moments we both sat in silence, mulling things over. I took a long sip of my drink, thinking that I was glad the day was over.
âDid you hear about that shooting in Hertfordshire last night?â
My mind immediately snapped to attention. To be honest, I hadnât thought about last nightâs activity since my meet with Raymond. It might sound callous, but Iâd been too busy. I felt a short rush of regret when Malik mentioned it, but it was a lot weaker than it had been earlier. I felt bad at what had happened, but what was done was done. Time can sometimes be a rapid as well as a great healer.
âYeah, I did. I reckon thereâs more to that one than meets the eye.â
âSo do I. Iâve got a friend, a guy I used to go to college with. Heâs a DC up in Hertford. Theyâre handling the case. For the moment anyway.â
âYeah, I heard. Whatâs he got to say about it so far?â
âI havenât spoken to him yet. I expect heâs under the cosh a bit. Same as us. I thought I might try him this evening, thatâs if theyâre letting him home for the night.â
I took an easy gulp of my pint, knowing that I was going to have to approach this carefully. âWhen you do speak to your
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