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Authors: Mark Billingham
Tags: Fiction, General, Psychological fiction, Thrillers, Mystery & Detective, Suspense fiction, Mystery Fiction, Police, Police Procedural, Serial Murders, Rapists, Thorne; Tom (Fictitious character), Police - Great Britain, Rapists - Crimes against
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System as soon as Commander Jeffries reports back.'
'He has,' Brigstocke said. 'Don't get too excited...'
Stephen Jeffries was a high-ranking police officer who actual y worked for HM Prison Service. As the official Police Adviser he was based at Prison Service Headquarters, in a grand-looking building off Mil bank, from where he could stare directly into the offices of MI6 on the opposite side of the river.
Jeffries had been looking, quietly, into the feasibility of a leak from the Inmate Information System. If this was where the kil er was getting his information from, an awful lot of people would be wanting to know how.
'Commander Jeffries has delivered an interim judgement, suggesting that as an avenue of inquiry, this would be unlikely to prove fruitful.'
'You'l have to help me,' Thorne said. 'I haven't got my "bul shit to English" dictionary handy at the minute...' 'Don't be a twat, Tom. Al right? That would real y help me.' Thorne shrugged. It sounded as if Jeffries came from the same place that shat out Chief Superintendent Trevor Jesmond. 'I'm listening.'
Brigstocke glanced down at the piece of paper on his desk, speed read a section out loud. '"Individuals with computer access to the system are based at the main HQ building as wel as the twelve regional offices nationwide - London, Yorkshire, the Midlands
etc "'
Thorne groaned. 'We're talking hundreds of people...'
57
'Thousands. Checking them al out would be a major drain on manpower, even if I had it.'
Thorne nodded. 'Right. So even if that were to prove fruitful, it wouldn't be proving very fruitful very bloody quickly.' He picked up his empty tea cup from Brigstocke's desk, spun round on his chair,
and took aim at the wastepaper basket in the corner.
'No,' Brigstocke said.
The paper cup missed by more than a foot. Thorne spun around again. 'What about somebody hacking into the system?'
'Bloody hel , thousands of suspects is bad enough, now you want mil ions...'
'I don't want them, but if the system isn't secure...'
'If that system isn't secure, a lot of people are going to get their arses severely kicked. The I S has information on the whereabouts of every prisoner in the country, terrorists included.
There's al sorts of stuff on there. If it turns out that somebody's been able to break into it, for whatever reason... Jesus, they'l be talking about Douglas Remfry in Parliament.'
'They're looking into it though?" Thorne asked.
'As far as I know...'
'They've got things that tel them, haven't they? If they've been hacked. Like alarms. If somebody's been trying to break into the system?'
'Don't ask me,' Brigstocke said. 'I can barely send a fucking e mail...'
Not long ago even doing that would have been beyond Thorne, but he'd made an effort and was starting to get to grips with the technology. He'd even bought a computer to use at home.
He hadn't used it very much, yet.
'So, one thing's a drain on manpower, the other's political y sensitive. Has Commander Jeffries got any suggestions as to what we can do?'
Brigstocke took off his glasses, wiped the sweat from the frames with a handkerchief and put them back. 'No, but I have. I think there 58
are other ways that the kil er could have got the information he needed
about Remfry.'
'Go on...
'What about if he got it from the victim's family? Gets his mum's name out of the phone book, rings up and says he's an old friend who wants to visit...' Thorne nodded. It was possible.
'Once he finds out where Remfry is and when he's coming out, he starts sending the letters...'
'He gets everything from Remfry's mother?'
'Remfry's mother ... maybe one of the prison staff. I just think there are other things we could be looking at...'
'What's the motive, Russel ?' Stil the big question. 'Why was Remfry kil ed?'
Brigstocke puffed out his cheeks, leaned back in his chair. 'Fucked if I know. Got to be worth talking to Mrs Remfry again though...'
Thorne couldn't see it, and yet there was something in
'He has,' Brigstocke said. 'Don't get too excited...'
Stephen Jeffries was a high-ranking police officer who actual y worked for HM Prison Service. As the official Police Adviser he was based at Prison Service Headquarters, in a grand-looking building off Mil bank, from where he could stare directly into the offices of MI6 on the opposite side of the river.
Jeffries had been looking, quietly, into the feasibility of a leak from the Inmate Information System. If this was where the kil er was getting his information from, an awful lot of people would be wanting to know how.
'Commander Jeffries has delivered an interim judgement, suggesting that as an avenue of inquiry, this would be unlikely to prove fruitful.'
'You'l have to help me,' Thorne said. 'I haven't got my "bul shit to English" dictionary handy at the minute...' 'Don't be a twat, Tom. Al right? That would real y help me.' Thorne shrugged. It sounded as if Jeffries came from the same place that shat out Chief Superintendent Trevor Jesmond. 'I'm listening.'
Brigstocke glanced down at the piece of paper on his desk, speed read a section out loud. '"Individuals with computer access to the system are based at the main HQ building as wel as the twelve regional offices nationwide - London, Yorkshire, the Midlands
etc "'
Thorne groaned. 'We're talking hundreds of people...'
57
'Thousands. Checking them al out would be a major drain on manpower, even if I had it.'
Thorne nodded. 'Right. So even if that were to prove fruitful, it wouldn't be proving very fruitful very bloody quickly.' He picked up his empty tea cup from Brigstocke's desk, spun round on his chair,
and took aim at the wastepaper basket in the corner.
'No,' Brigstocke said.
The paper cup missed by more than a foot. Thorne spun around again. 'What about somebody hacking into the system?'
'Bloody hel , thousands of suspects is bad enough, now you want mil ions...'
'I don't want them, but if the system isn't secure...'
'If that system isn't secure, a lot of people are going to get their arses severely kicked. The I S has information on the whereabouts of every prisoner in the country, terrorists included.
There's al sorts of stuff on there. If it turns out that somebody's been able to break into it, for whatever reason... Jesus, they'l be talking about Douglas Remfry in Parliament.'
'They're looking into it though?" Thorne asked.
'As far as I know...'
'They've got things that tel them, haven't they? If they've been hacked. Like alarms. If somebody's been trying to break into the system?'
'Don't ask me,' Brigstocke said. 'I can barely send a fucking e mail...'
Not long ago even doing that would have been beyond Thorne, but he'd made an effort and was starting to get to grips with the technology. He'd even bought a computer to use at home.
He hadn't used it very much, yet.
'So, one thing's a drain on manpower, the other's political y sensitive. Has Commander Jeffries got any suggestions as to what we can do?'
Brigstocke took off his glasses, wiped the sweat from the frames with a handkerchief and put them back. 'No, but I have. I think there 58
are other ways that the kil er could have got the information he needed
about Remfry.'
'Go on...
'What about if he got it from the victim's family? Gets his mum's name out of the phone book, rings up and says he's an old friend who wants to visit...' Thorne nodded. It was possible.
'Once he finds out where Remfry is and when he's coming out, he starts sending the letters...'
'He gets everything from Remfry's mother?'
'Remfry's mother ... maybe one of the prison staff. I just think there are other things we could be looking at...'
'What's the motive, Russel ?' Stil the big question. 'Why was Remfry kil ed?'
Brigstocke puffed out his cheeks, leaned back in his chair. 'Fucked if I know. Got to be worth talking to Mrs Remfry again though...'
Thorne couldn't see it, and yet there was something in
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