Michael Fowler - Heart of the Demon
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“Morning Ladies and Gents, you don’t need me to tell you that we have a very busy few days ahead.” Referring to his notes he began by re-visiting all the ‘actions’ so far relating to the murder of Rebecca Morris. He double-checked with detectives on confirmed sightings, revealed that the reconstruction had not brought in any new leads, and finished by bringing in DS Hunter Kerr and DC Grace Marshall to confirm the work they had done with her parents and revealing what her best friend had stated about the man who had been ‘coming on to her’ to photograph Rebecca. “It is vital we find this man. He is our main TIE suspect.”
The detectives around the room didn’t need reminding that was the acronym for trace, interview, eliminate. It was given to every major player in an investigation.
He slapped a hand over the blown-up photographs of the symbols gouged into Rebecca’s abdomen. “The pathologist has re-examined these marks and now confirms that the first mark should be a reversed L. She’d originally missed it because it appears the knife had not joined the horizontal to the upright. Therefore the marks on Rebecca are identical to those found on Jane Doe.” He paused; his hazel eyes peering through his spectacles surveyed the room. He stopped at DC Mike Sampson. “Mike you had the job of making sense of these; any joy?”
“Not yet boss.” Mike cleared his throat. “Visited various web-sites, talked to the local priest for any religious link, spoken with some occult specialist that I got off the web, and I’ve also talked to a forensic psychologist recommended to me by the Met. I sent him a fax of the marks and I also sent him info about the playing card. Other than confirming what Professor McCormick has said about it being the killer’s signature, he’s not been able to help me further.”
The SIO nodded and thanked Mike for his efforts. “Okay everyone back to the job in hand. We are currently widening the search for Rebecca’s school bag and other belongings, and the Press Office are putting out a fresh appeal this lunchtime in case our killer has dumped them. I have also got Headquarters monitoring her mobile in case it’s switched on at any time. There is still a lot of ground to cover on this murder.”
He moved towards the second board and placed a hand over the grotesque photo of the mummified head. “Jane Doe. The only thing we know about her identification so far is that she was of teenage years when she was murdered. She was discovered yesterday in a slurry pit on the site of the old Manvers coking plant.” He paused momentarily and pointed to a large map of the Dearne Valley that had been fixed onto another white board “This site is only two miles away from where Rebecca Morris was discovered. What concerns me about this is not the fact that we are now dealing with a double murder, but the time span between the two killings. That body has been in that slurry pit at least ten years and more than likely fifteen. Why the gap between both murders? Was our killer in jail? Was he out of the area? Or worse still has he killed between those years and there are more bodies still waiting to be discovered?”
* * * * *
Grace couldn’t help but notice that without her make-up and now dressed in school uniform Kirsty Evans looked every inch the fourteen-year-old teenager again.
She appeared to be looking around nervously as she crossed the road and Grace guessed she was seeking to avoid drawing attention to herself as she made her way to the unmarked police car.
Grace watched Kirsty’s eyes scanning the line of parked cars opposite the school and then saw by her reaction that she had spotted her. Grace raised a hand in acknowledgement.
Taking a final glance around, Kirsty left the footpath and jogged towards the silver grey CID car parked discreetly in the shadow of one of the many trees lining the road.
Grace reached across the front seat and sprang the passenger door open as Kirsty reached the kerb. She stuck her head inside the opening and despite the holiday tan Grace could see that she had coloured up. Grace recognised the sign of nervousness and trepidation. She patted the fabric of the front seat.
“Get in, I won’t bite,” she invited.
Whipping her school bag off her shoulder Kirsty slid in beside Grace.
“You didn’t mind me ringing you did you?” she asked, avoiding eye contact, just staring at the dashboard.
“Course not. I was hoping you would. That’s why I gave you my card the other day.”
“Only I don’t want to get anyone into trouble, or for anyone to think bad of Rebecca.” She rattled out her words at pace.
“Kirsty if what you have to tell me will help catch the person who did this to your best friend then people will thank you.” Grace rested her hand on Kirsty’s forearm causing her to turn and make eye contact. “I have a daughter your age. I know you don’t want your parents and especially the police to know what you get up or what you discuss but this is different. Someone murdered Rebecca and that someone may well have known Rebecca. You may well know that person.”
She saw Kirsty shudder. She pulled back her arm.
“I don’t know anyone who could be as cruel as that,” she responded.
“Maybe not Kirsty, but let me be the judge of that, and from your phone call yesterday it’s obvious that something has been playing on your mind. And to be honest I sensed that at your house when we talked the other day.”
Kirsty coloured up again. “Yes I suppose so.” She took on a sheepish look and started twisting her friendship bracelet around her wrist. “I didn’t want my mum and dad to know how Rebecca had changed over the last few months. They might have stopped me knocking about with her if they had.”
“Changed? How do you mean changed?”
“Not in a bad way or anything. She was just rebelling you know, because of how her parents were with her.”
Grace watched the uneasiness in Kirsty’s eyes. “Every teenager goes through a rebellious phase. Just because you probably see me as a level-headed police officer now doesn’t mean I didn’t go through the same thing. God, I caused all kinds of problems for my parents, in fact I’ve asked myself many a time how I came to join the police. It’s something everyone goes through and Rebecca was no exception.” She paused, studying Kirsty’s face. “What do you mean by rebelling? What form did it take?”
Kirsty’s gaze drifted away, shifting from windscreen to dashboard and back. It was obvious to Grace she was carefully considering her choice of words.
She cleared her throat and went on. “She used to go on about how her mum and dad wouldn’t let her grow up. She had asked if she could have her hair streaked like mine but they kept telling her she was too young. Then a couple of months ago apparently her dad caught her wearing make-up when she was coming to our house and she told me he flipped. Told her to wash that muck off and stood over her in the bathroom whilst she did it. She was fuming when she came to our house. In fact she made herself up with my stuff. We went round town and she kept shouting to loads of lads, showing off like. She was a laugh at first but then I got bored and wanted to come back home and listen to some music. She wanted to stay out and we had a bit of a fall-out. I ended up calling her a tart.” Her voice trailed off with a hint of sadness, “I wish I hadn’t now.”
“What’s done is done Kirsty. Don’t beat yourself up.”
She forced a smile and then continued. “It became regular, the putting on make-up thing and going round town. She’d even spent some of her pocket money on a couple of tops and a pair of skinny jeans like mine and left them in my wardrobe for when she came round.” Kirsty faltered a second. “She’d started to smoke as well.”
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