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result of the autopsy, but I suppose my first thought's the obvious one, and that's because the obvious one's usually the right one.'
'A pervert?'
'I think so. You've got to say, it points that way. She died at the scene, there's 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 wasn't killed by someone who knew her. It's 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.'
'So what do you reckon our chances of a result are, then?'
'Too early to say. If the killer's been careless like a lot of these guys can be, then we're sorted. Forensics'll have him in no time.'
'Unless, of course, he's not known to us.'
I didn't like to think of that scenario. 'True. 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 don't think there are many who could. Someone like that is likely to have done something that's brought him to the attention of the police before. But if he's planned it, and he's been careful, and he's picked someone who doesn't know him from Adam--'
'Like a prostitute.'
'Like a prostitute, then he could be miles away by now.'
'And what do you think? Do you think he's a planner or someone who just can't control his urges?'
'Well, my gut feeling is that he's a planner. But I haven't 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? What's your take on it?'
Malik smiled wearily. 'I think it's depressing that we learn all these investigative skills, yet how much do we actually ever need them?'
'What do you mean?'
'Well, unless the guy's an idiot or we get a lucky break, then we're not going to catch him, are we? No matter how clever we are.'
'Policework's all about lucky breaks, but youknow what they say: in the end, you make your own luck.'
'Well, I hope we get lucky, then, because otherwise it's just a matter of waiting, isn't it?'
'He may not kill again,' I said. 'Sometimes they don't.'
'And if he doesn't, then he may never be brought to justice.'
'That's the trade-off. Let's just hope it doesn't come to that. To successful forensics,' I said, raising my glass.
'To successful forensics,' 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's work was done.
'Did you hear about that shooting in Hertfordshire last night?'
My mind immediately snapped to attention. To be honest, I hadn't thought about last night's activity since my meet with Raymond. It might sound callous, but I'd 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.
'Yeah, I did. I reckon there's more to that one than meets the eye.'
'So do I. I've got a friend, a guy I used to go to college with. He's a DC up in Hertford. They're handling the case. For the moment anyway.'
'Yeah, I heard. What's he got to say about it so far?'
'I haven't spoken to him yet. I expect he's under the cosh a bit. Same as us. I thought I might try him this evening, that's if they're letting him home for the night.'
I took an easy gulp of my pint, knowing that I was going to have to approach this carefully. 'When you do speak to your mate, find out a bit more about this case. It intrigues me.'
'And me. It's an interesting one. Looks like a gangland hit. It makes you wonder what those customs men were investigating.'
It did that, all right. 'Whatever it was, it must have been pretty big.'
'Well, you'd think so, wouldn't you? I think the key lies in finding out who the guy with
'A pervert?'
'I think so. You've got to say, it points that way. She died at the scene, there's 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 wasn't killed by someone who knew her. It's 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.'
'So what do you reckon our chances of a result are, then?'
'Too early to say. If the killer's been careless like a lot of these guys can be, then we're sorted. Forensics'll have him in no time.'
'Unless, of course, he's not known to us.'
I didn't like to think of that scenario. 'True. 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 don't think there are many who could. Someone like that is likely to have done something that's brought him to the attention of the police before. But if he's planned it, and he's been careful, and he's picked someone who doesn't know him from Adam--'
'Like a prostitute.'
'Like a prostitute, then he could be miles away by now.'
'And what do you think? Do you think he's a planner or someone who just can't control his urges?'
'Well, my gut feeling is that he's a planner. But I haven't 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? What's your take on it?'
Malik smiled wearily. 'I think it's depressing that we learn all these investigative skills, yet how much do we actually ever need them?'
'What do you mean?'
'Well, unless the guy's an idiot or we get a lucky break, then we're not going to catch him, are we? No matter how clever we are.'
'Policework's all about lucky breaks, but youknow what they say: in the end, you make your own luck.'
'Well, I hope we get lucky, then, because otherwise it's just a matter of waiting, isn't it?'
'He may not kill again,' I said. 'Sometimes they don't.'
'And if he doesn't, then he may never be brought to justice.'
'That's the trade-off. Let's just hope it doesn't come to that. To successful forensics,' I said, raising my glass.
'To successful forensics,' 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's work was done.
'Did you hear about that shooting in Hertfordshire last night?'
My mind immediately snapped to attention. To be honest, I hadn't thought about last night's activity since my meet with Raymond. It might sound callous, but I'd 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.
'Yeah, I did. I reckon there's more to that one than meets the eye.'
'So do I. I've got a friend, a guy I used to go to college with. He's a DC up in Hertford. They're handling the case. For the moment anyway.'
'Yeah, I heard. What's he got to say about it so far?'
'I haven't spoken to him yet. I expect he's under the cosh a bit. Same as us. I thought I might try him this evening, that's if they're letting him home for the night.'
I took an easy gulp of my pint, knowing that I was going to have to approach this carefully. 'When you do speak to your mate, find out a bit more about this case. It intrigues me.'
'And me. It's an interesting one. Looks like a gangland hit. It makes you wonder what those customs men were investigating.'
It did that, all right. 'Whatever it was, it must have been pretty big.'
'Well, you'd think so, wouldn't you? I think the key lies in finding out who the guy with
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