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breath.
‘Well, sir, first of all, there were two victims. Never has The Phantom been suspected of a double murder.’
She p aused, waiting for a response, but she didn't get one, just a blank stare from the boss.
‘ Also, The Phantom always came prepared, with a weapon of choice,’ she continued, ‘but here, we are certain the weapon used on Mr Robinson was an old brick, more than likely picked up and used at the scene. These are two good clues that The Phantom was not responsible for these murders.’
Bizarrely, although Summers was convinced that she was right about this, and at least a few of the other murders being attributed to The Phantom being false, when she put her argument across to Watts, she began to have doubts. This was new to her, no doubt down to her special interest in this case, playing on her nerves a little.
‘ DI Summers,’ said Watts, ‘I understand you have your reasons to doubt The Phantom is behind this, and I am also aware, that you understand the pressure the press will put us under if they believe that yet another killer is out there on the streets. Another killer, that is, that we are not able to put behind bars.’
Watts relaxed back into his seat and continued, ‘I have seen the map with the locations of the previous murders in your office, and it looks good. So tell me, the murders of young Ricky Robinson and...’ he checked the paperwork in front of him on the desk, ‘Alexia White, do you they fall into the 'hot-spot'? For want of a better phrase.’
Summers sighed.
‘Yes, sir.’ she replied.
‘ And the lack of a weapon,’ Watts continued, ‘it is possible that he wasn't prepared for once. What if he was just out for a walk, or a run? Unfortunately for Mr Robinson, he tried showing off in front of his new girlfriend, and picked on the wrong man?’
Summers was aware o f Kite gently nodding, agreeing at least on the surface with Watts, and the ‘social pressure’ led her to nod in agreement with her superior as well.
‘ There are a few of the press in the media room, awaiting a statement,’ said Watts.
Sum mers nodded again and stood, signalled for Kite to stand and they left the room, closing the door on the way out. She spoke rather sharply and told Kite to go and take his lunch, which he did without hesitation.
She looked down the cor ridor towards the media room but turned and walked the other way, back past Watts’ office and into her own. She got the hip-flask and took two large gulps before putting it back.
For years she had been following the moves of The Phantom, and although Watts’ theory was plausible, it didn’t sit right with her.
She took a deep breath, went to face the press, and ga ve them a statement that she didn't believe.
23
Once again, Ben lay naked with Eve on her bed, both hot and sweaty, after more outrageously filthy, unprotected sex.
It had been a while since Ben had needed to use a condom, as he was, or had been, in a serious relationship. And although he knew that it was just as much his responsibility as Eve's, to make the sex safe for them both, he had an overwhelming feeling that it wasn't needed. In fact, he almost felt an animal instinct, an impulse that to ejaculate inside her was his duty, this is what she wanted, and he could sense that.
He assumed that she was taking measures against pregnancy, and believed that she would have forced him to wear protection if she knew she carried a disease of a sexual nature. But even if she was carrying something, he thought to himself, chlamydia or whatever, maybe he could shag Natalie again and give it to her, like some sort of par ting gift.
Fuck you very much, bitch, he thought, before questioning his himself. Was I really just thinking that? Or was it the man in the mirror, being an evil and twisted monster again?
Eve laid her head on Ben's chest, and they began a deep conversation that would last over an hour. Ben tried to explain to Eve that she should go back to university
‘Well, sir, first of all, there were two victims. Never has The Phantom been suspected of a double murder.’
She p aused, waiting for a response, but she didn't get one, just a blank stare from the boss.
‘ Also, The Phantom always came prepared, with a weapon of choice,’ she continued, ‘but here, we are certain the weapon used on Mr Robinson was an old brick, more than likely picked up and used at the scene. These are two good clues that The Phantom was not responsible for these murders.’
Bizarrely, although Summers was convinced that she was right about this, and at least a few of the other murders being attributed to The Phantom being false, when she put her argument across to Watts, she began to have doubts. This was new to her, no doubt down to her special interest in this case, playing on her nerves a little.
‘ DI Summers,’ said Watts, ‘I understand you have your reasons to doubt The Phantom is behind this, and I am also aware, that you understand the pressure the press will put us under if they believe that yet another killer is out there on the streets. Another killer, that is, that we are not able to put behind bars.’
Watts relaxed back into his seat and continued, ‘I have seen the map with the locations of the previous murders in your office, and it looks good. So tell me, the murders of young Ricky Robinson and...’ he checked the paperwork in front of him on the desk, ‘Alexia White, do you they fall into the 'hot-spot'? For want of a better phrase.’
Summers sighed.
‘Yes, sir.’ she replied.
‘ And the lack of a weapon,’ Watts continued, ‘it is possible that he wasn't prepared for once. What if he was just out for a walk, or a run? Unfortunately for Mr Robinson, he tried showing off in front of his new girlfriend, and picked on the wrong man?’
Summers was aware o f Kite gently nodding, agreeing at least on the surface with Watts, and the ‘social pressure’ led her to nod in agreement with her superior as well.
‘ There are a few of the press in the media room, awaiting a statement,’ said Watts.
Sum mers nodded again and stood, signalled for Kite to stand and they left the room, closing the door on the way out. She spoke rather sharply and told Kite to go and take his lunch, which he did without hesitation.
She looked down the cor ridor towards the media room but turned and walked the other way, back past Watts’ office and into her own. She got the hip-flask and took two large gulps before putting it back.
For years she had been following the moves of The Phantom, and although Watts’ theory was plausible, it didn’t sit right with her.
She took a deep breath, went to face the press, and ga ve them a statement that she didn't believe.
23
Once again, Ben lay naked with Eve on her bed, both hot and sweaty, after more outrageously filthy, unprotected sex.
It had been a while since Ben had needed to use a condom, as he was, or had been, in a serious relationship. And although he knew that it was just as much his responsibility as Eve's, to make the sex safe for them both, he had an overwhelming feeling that it wasn't needed. In fact, he almost felt an animal instinct, an impulse that to ejaculate inside her was his duty, this is what she wanted, and he could sense that.
He assumed that she was taking measures against pregnancy, and believed that she would have forced him to wear protection if she knew she carried a disease of a sexual nature. But even if she was carrying something, he thought to himself, chlamydia or whatever, maybe he could shag Natalie again and give it to her, like some sort of par ting gift.
Fuck you very much, bitch, he thought, before questioning his himself. Was I really just thinking that? Or was it the man in the mirror, being an evil and twisted monster again?
Eve laid her head on Ben's chest, and they began a deep conversation that would last over an hour. Ben tried to explain to Eve that she should go back to university
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