Lee Weeks - Cold as Ice

‘Yes,’ agreed Ebony. ‘Although on his own pages most of his pictures are with his daughter.’

‘Although he does have pictures on his page of him with Emily Styles and Danielle Foster – he’s there in photos even if there are no obvious couple shots. Do you know much about the way he lives? Does he go to the gym?’

‘Yeah – he runs. I know because he told me. He also told me he makes a good living from playing online poker.’

‘Entrepreneurial,’ said Robbo, drinking his coffee. ‘I’ve checked him out. He travelled a lot at one time. He ran a bar in Thailand; he’s been a roadie for a rock band. Before he came to North London five years ago, he was the manager of an online exotic pets store based in Brighton.’

Robbo sat back in his chair and looked at her.

‘Do you think you’re getting anywhere with him, Ebb?’

Ebony took a drink of Coke and thought before she answered.

‘Yes. I think he goes for the new girl every time. I just happen to be that. I don’t think it’s hard to get somewhere with Christian. I talked to one of the girls that knows him well but I need to talk to one of his exes to find out what he’s really about.’

‘Keep vigilant Ebb. Keep your wits about you. Never relax. Never presume it’s safe.’

‘Of course.’

Robbo came off the phone and opened a new pack of Haribo’s. He pulled out the jelly rings and lined them up on the top of his keyboard. He thought about what was best for Ebony now and the job she had to do. From now on he wouldn’t share all the information with her.

Carter came into Robbo’s office.

‘Did you hear the phone call?’

Robbo nodded. ‘Did you listen to it?’

‘Yeah, and earlier this morning a woman was attacked, petrol thrown in her face and she was set alight – it happened fifty metres from the spot where we found Pauline Murphy. It’s got to be Hawk, he spelt it out for us,’ said Carter. ‘He said he’s been jogging.’

‘Did anyone see him? Did we get a description?’ Robbo asked.

‘Not from the woman who was attacked. She never saw his face. No one else has come forward. What’s he doing, Robbo?’

‘He’s showing us he’s all-powerful.’

Carter hung his coat on the hanger by Pam’s desk and loosened his tie. ‘It’s almost like he’s a bit bored and wants to see how much trouble he can cause. And, Robbo? He mentioned us by name in the call.’

‘Yes… he saw you at the press conference. He could have found me as the crime analyst assigned to MIT 17.’

‘He could have and he did. He randomly sets fire to two people and he promises a pièce de résistance . He’s escalating till even he can’t control it,’ Carter said.

‘We need to concentrate and stay calm and focused with this. Our panic will feed his ego. I’ve decided it’s better we don’t tell Ebony any more than necessary.’ Carter was nodding in agreement. ‘We need her in there more than ever but we don’t need her to be scared witless.’

‘I agree. But I wish I’d never said yes to her going undercover.’

‘We have to bring this to an end fast. This is the only way now. Ebony has to make it work. Everything we can do to help her is vital.’

Carter looked up as Jeanie came in the office. She had heard the news.

‘You all right, Jeanie?’

‘Yep – let’s get on with it and catch this bastard.’

‘Christian Goddard.’ Robbo turned the screen to show what he was looking at to Jeanie.

‘Alias Mr “I have a passion in my pants and I’m not afraid to show it”. He must consider it his best feature; he’s obviously keen on showing it off. He sent this picture to Ebony. We just got hold of his phone records. He had some recent conversations with Danielle Foster. It looks like she phoned him on the day she went missing.’

‘Who else did she phone?’

‘A number that isn’t registered and it’s out of service now.’

He turned the screen so Carter could see the photo.

‘That puny thing?’

Carter winked at Pam, who hid a smile as she turned and busied herself at her desk.

‘Must be,’ answered Robbo. ‘Because he sends this and another twenty or so pictures just like it to all the women he knows. He texts pure filth to just about anyone. Goes way beyond sexting.’

‘Interesting,’ said Carter. ‘Does he get it back?’

‘Yeah, he does. A lot of the time anyway. Danielle was pretty good at it actually. Before her, Emily could have knocked Fifty Shades of Grey right off the top off the bestseller list. She wrote whole scenarios. Very talented,’ said Robbo.

‘Any of the texts get into violent stuff?’

‘No. Some smacking, bondage, humiliation. But no violence.’

‘There’s some things don’t translate well into text speak,’ said Jeanie.

‘So – do we think he’s capable of more?’ asked Carter.

‘Narcissistic, sex addict. Anyone who thinks only of themselves is capable of seeing things very differently to the rest of us,’ answered Pam as she looked over her bifocals at Carter. Carter looked back in mock offence.

‘Huh…?’ said Jeanie, shaking her head as she caught the conversation. ‘Narcissistic sex addict – got you down to a T, Carter.’

‘Very funny. What do we know about Goddard’s background?’ he asked.

Pam went back behind her desk and clicked onto her screen.

‘Christian Goddard: aged thirty-three.’

‘So he’s older than he looks?’ said Jeanie. ‘And he’s dating much younger women.’

‘Yeah, but they’re not teenagers,’ Carter chipped in. Jeanie gave him a semi-hostile look.

‘What? What is it with the women in this room and me?’ Carter lifted his left hand. ‘I am innocent till proven guilty.’

Jeanie turned her attention to Pam and ignored Carter’s theatrics.

‘What have you found out?’

‘He dates all ages,’ said Pam. ‘According to his text messages he’s even had a few flings with the older members of staff in the college and two receptionists.’

Robbo had been waiting to speak. He sat back and rocked in his chair as he lined up the Haribo jelly men in a row.

‘He may not like himself or others, especially women,’ he said. ‘But he is a man who sees through people. I think, somewhere along the way, he’s had his trust broken. Someone’s let him down badly so he puts on a front to the world, that’s why he can look behind other people’s masks. That’s the kind of partner he craves, someone who is as deep and complicated as himself. He wants them but, at the same time, he wants to destroy them.’

‘You get all that from looking at a photo of his cock?’ asked Carter, shaking his head and rolling his eyes.

‘He preys on the most vulnerable: women who have a history. They’ve been hurt, messed about, often suffered physical abuse, and he understands that enough to entice them in. He knows what they’re looking for and he gives them just enough to con them into trusting him.’

Carter and Jeanie left Robbo’s office together.

‘I have to go and see Tracy.’ Jeanie wanted to go. She had stood too close to Carter for too long. It was beginning to feel like they were a couple again. ‘See you later, Dan,’ she shouted back over her shoulder as she left him in the corridor outside Robbo’s office.

‘Wait. How’s it going apart from the phone calls?’

‘It’s getting fraught. She’s not Superwoman. I want her husband to come back home to support her now. Security-wise I think it makes sense. I don’t know what you think about that?’

Carter was nodding. His eyes were soft as he stared at her. Jeanie realized he hadn’t added anything to the conversation.

‘Dan, are you listening to me?’