Luke Delaney - Cold Killing

“What about Method Index?” Sally asked “They may have data the General Registry doesn’t. Something older or something that never made it to court.”

“Good,” Sean said. “Look into it, Sally. Take some help if you think you’ll need it.”

“And Hellier?” Donnelly asked. “What about Hellier?”

“Surveillance started on him this morning,” Sean told them. “Link up with them as soon as you can and keep them on the right track.” Donnelly nodded without speaking. He didn’t seem too happy. Sean raised his voice slightly. “Don’t lose focus, people. Hellier is still our prime suspect and blackmail our prime motive. We’ll look into other possibilities because we have to, but I don’t want anyone going off on a wild-goose chase when we have an obvious suspect right in front of us. As for Paramore and Dempsey, let’s get hold of Customs and Immigration-see if either have left or tried to leave the country. Paulo.” DC Zukov raised his head. “You take care of it, okay?” Zukov nodded once. “We’ve all got work to do, so let’s get on with it.” The meeting broke up.

Sean reached his office just as Donnelly caught up with him. He knew Donnelly would want an explanation.

“Are you going to tell me what’s really going through your mind?” Donnelly asked.

“Let’s not make a drama out of it, Dave.”

“How long have you known this wasn’t about Hellier being blackmailed?”

Sean closed the door to his office. “I don’t.”

“Come on, guv’nor. Protocol, my arse. If you’ve requested old files from General Registry, then you’re looking for something else.”

Sean sighed. He could see no sense in keeping anything from Donnelly anymore. “All right. Hellier wasn’t being blackmailed, but I still think he could be our man. The second time I met him I really began to believe it could be him.”

“Can I ask why?”

“Graydon wouldn’t have tried to blackmail him. From what we’ve learned about him, he was too passive to attempt blackmail. Especially someone like Hellier. He’s too intimidating. Too threatening.”

“Then why have you got the team chasing the blackmail theory, not to mention Paramore and Dempsey?”

“I need to make things appear straightforward, just for a while longer. It’ll buy me time to think the way I need to think. Once I show my hand, things will get a lot more complicated around here. I can’t see clearly when I’m crowded, and besides, Paramore and Dempsey must be found and spoken to. I could turn out to be wrong about Hellier.”

“So you don’t think Hellier was being blackmailed, but you do think he could have killed Graydon.”

“I do.”

“Care to share why?”

“Because I don’t believe in coincidences. Hellier’s bad to the core. It’s simply in his nature. You know the type of animal I’m talking about. We’ve both dealt with them before. And now someone Hellier was connected to is dead.

“If I’m right about him, then his motive for killing is the killing itself. He’s a very rare breed; the chances that Graydon came across two such people are extremely remote, although not impossible.”

Donnelly slumped in a chair, exasperated. “Bloody hell, guv, this is all a bit loose. You wouldn’t want to take it to court.”

“Agreed, but there’s another way to go after Hellier. He has no anxiety about this case. When I speak to him about it, I can’t feel anything. No panic, concerns, doubt, nothing. He’s absolutely sure he’s gotten away with it.”

“If he did it,” Donnelly reminded him. Sean ignored the warning.

“He was at his most confident when we were talking about the Graydon case. So long as we stuck to that, he was totally in his comfort zone. That tells me he’s left us very little, if anything.”

“But?”

“But at other times I’ve sensed his anxiousness.”

“About what?”

“About something else. Something that could betray him.” Sean sat and faced Donnelly. “Something in his past. Maybe he’s-”

“You think he’s killed before?” Donnelly interrupted.

“If he’s the type of animal I think he is, then there is a very real possibility he has. When I read the old case files from General Registry, hopefully some detail will stand out.”

“You are aware of what you’re saying?”

“Of course I am.” Sean looked him in the eye. “That’s why this has to stay between the two of us for now. I’ll fill Sally in when I get a chance.”

“God forbid the powers that be find out you reckon you’re onto a serial killer. This place will go fucking crazy with senior officers trying to get their faces on the telly.”

“Then they’d better not find out.”

“Indeed,” Donnelly agreed as he stood up. “But there’s one thing that still doesn’t make sense to me.”

“Go on.”

“Why would Hellier kill Graydon if he knew we could connect them? Why would he pull us on top of him like that? Is he trying to play games with us? Is he one of those sick fuckers who wants to get caught?”

“No,” Sean answered. “Hellier absolutely doesn’t want to get caught. Trust me. There is nothing self-destructive about Hellier.”

“Then why?”

“For one of two reasons. Because he wanted to or because he had to.”

“Well?” Donnelly asked, his hands held apart. “Which one is it?”

“I don’t know,” Sean confessed. “I just don’t know. I keep going over it and over it, but every time I think I’m close to understanding why, it all melts away. There’s something not quite right, something I’m missing. Christ, it’s so close I could fucking touch it, but I can’t see it yet.”

“We’ll find out why soon enough,” said Donnelly.

“To be honest, with Hellier I’m not so sure.” The doubt was unusual for Sean. “That’s why we go after his past. Identify his earlier offenses. That’s where he’s vulnerable. I’m certain of it.”

“If indeed he has offended before.”

“He has,” Sean insisted. “There’s no doubt. All I need to know is who, where, and when. And why the hell his prints aren’t on file.”

“I don’t know, boss,” Donnelly admitted. “This all feels like a bit of a stretch to me. Maybe we shouldn’t be homing in on Hellier so much? Stretch our horizons a little. See if we can’t rake up a few more viable suspects.”

“You think I’m fixating on Hellier?” Sean snapped. “You think I’m putting the investigation at risk?”

“That’s not what I said.”

“But it’s what you’re thinking.” Sean regretted the words as soon as they’d left his mouth. He wished he could explain to Donnelly how he could be so certain of something long before the evidence justified it. How he’d seen the killer strutting around Daniel Graydon’s flat, calm and content, the dead man lying in an ever-increasing pool of blood, of no concern to him now-an empty shell that had served its purpose. But he knew he couldn’t tell Donnelly what he had seen. He couldn’t tell Donnelly that when he looked into Hellier’s face he saw more than just skin, bone, and flesh-he saw into the man’s soul and could see only darkness.

Sally walked into New Scotland Yard, a huge glass building just around the corner from Parliament Square. Standard searches of criminal intelligence and conviction databases had yielded nothing. It was time to try something a little different, which was why she’d come to check the Method Index. They kept records of serious and violent crimes, as well as unusual crimes. If an offender used the same peculiar method more than once, it was possible he or she could be identified here. Sally walked into the Method Index office and glanced around the small beige room. Wooden desks were squeezed together. Ancient, worn-out computers filled every corner. Large posters adorned the walls advertising what the department could do for you. Everything seemed old. The two people in the room looked surprised to have a visitor. One, a thin, bespectacled, middle-aged man nervously closed the filing cabinet he’d been tending and hesitantly moved toward Sally. He spoke shyly.