Luke Delaney - A Killing Mind

He took one last look around the inside of the garage – at the squalor of Dalton’s life and the bloody hell that was his death. ‘What do you want?’ he asked the killer. ‘You’re not just killing because you can’t stop yourself, are you? You’re trying to … you’re trying to achieve something. But what?’

He clicked his torch off and walked into the darkness that waited for him outside.

Next morning Sean was in his office at New Scotland Yard, a takeaway black coffee steaming on the cheap wooden desk that had snagged more than one pair of trousers. Engrossed in typing up his findings on the virtually obsolete computer he refused to allow IT to replace, he was unaware that he had a visitor until a sharp knock on his doorframe alerted him. Somehow, without looking up, he knew who it would be. Maybe he’d subconsciously detected her perfume. His entire body froze with tension when he saw her standing in the doorway.

‘Anna,’ was all he could say.

‘Sean,’ she replied, looking at the floor for a split second to avoid his eyes.

‘Been a long time,’ he told her.

‘You’ve not had an investigation that needed my input,’ she reminded him.

‘You mean one that Addis wanted your input on?’ he replied. ‘Your input about me.’

She walked into his office and took a seat without being asked. ‘We’ve talked about this, Sean. My loyalty is to you. I’ll only tell Addis what we agree he should be told. I’ll keep him off your back while you try to find whoever committed these crimes – and maybe I can help you with that too.’

He watched her for a while before answering – taking in every breath, every minute movement and involuntary twitch of her body. ‘Perhaps you can,’ he eventually said. ‘This one’s certainly a bit different.’

‘I read the file,’ she told him. Sean raised an eyebrow. She saw it. ‘Addis,’ she explained.

‘Naturally,’ he replied. ‘And what do you think?’

‘I think he’s a vicious killer who needs to be stopped,’ she answered.

‘That’s your professional opinion?’ he asked with a smile.

‘Part of it.’ She returned the smile.

‘And the rest? I’d be interested in hearing what you think.’

‘You mean you’d be interested in seeing how far behind you I am?’ she accused him.

‘That’s not true.’ Or at least, it was only partly true. He did want to hear her thoughts.

‘Well,’ she began, ‘he’s certainly high on the violence score, but low on the rage score.’

‘Meaning?’ Sean asked, although he believed he knew the answer.

‘Meaning you can almost certainly rule out mental illness,’ she explained. ‘He’s not raging over his victims – there are no multiple stab wounds, for example. He’s very precise. If he’s mad at the world, he has a very calm way of showing it. Murderous, but calm. And he’s not concerned about leaving his DNA at the scene, so it’s unlikely he’s killed before or been convicted of any crimes.’

‘Could he have killed and gotten away with it?’ Sean asked, although he was sure he hadn’t.

‘It’s possible,’ Anna agreed. ‘He may have used a completely different method. But I doubt it. He’s used the same method twice now, which means he likes to stick to what works – what he’s comfortable with.’

‘Interesting,’ Sean told her.

‘Interesting enough,’ she said, ‘but nothing you hadn’t worked out.’

‘You’ve flagged things I hadn’t considered,’ he lied. ‘You’re the psychiatrist – not me.’

Anna didn’t believe a word. ‘I’m glad I could add something,’ she smiled.

‘He raped the first victim,’ Sean quickly moved on. ‘Yet his second victim was male. What’s he thinking?’

‘I don’t believe he’s sexually motivated,’ she explained. ‘There were no obvious signs of sexual activity with the male victim, but he may well be more of a sexual predator than he thinks. Certainly, when the opportunity presented itself, he took it.’

‘She had no defensive marks,’ Sean reminded her, ‘so he raped her when she was dead – or almost.’

‘Or he threatened her into submission, or he’s strong enough to totally overpower her,’ Anna argued.

‘So what is he?’ Sean asked. ‘A rapist or a necrophiliac?’

‘Neither,’ Anna answered. ‘His reason for attacking wasn’t to have sex with them – dead or alive. That was merely a byproduct.’

‘A release?’ Sean shared his own idea.

‘His excitement would have been intense,’ she agreed, knowing what he meant. ‘It would have manifested itself in some physical way.’

‘You mean he got so excited he became sexually aroused?’ Sean cut to the point. ‘He needed to orgasm to calm himself down?’

‘I believe so.’

‘So we should be looking more closely for signs of sexual activity with the second victim?’

‘Yes,’ she told him, ‘but you were already going to – weren’t you?’

‘I was considering suggesting it,’ he admitted. ‘Though Roddis and his team would probably have done it anyway.’

‘I’m not sure I can help you, Sean,’ she told him, shaking her head. ‘You’re always at least two steps ahead of me – ahead of anyone. Anything I can see you’ve already seen.’

‘You’re not going to start telling me I can think like them and all that shit?’ he pleaded.

‘Well?’ she asked. ‘Can’t you? Isn’t that what happens?’

‘I don’t think like them,’ he said, his voice betraying his frustration. ‘I can imagine what they might be thinking – there’s a difference.’

‘Is there?’

‘Why don’t you tell me?’

Before Anna could answer, Sally walked into the office and slumped into the one vacant chair, too tired to notice the tense atmosphere. ‘I wish I still smoked,’ she announced. ‘A ciggie and a coffee would go down very nicely round about now.’

‘What you got for me, Sally?’ Sean ignored her plea for vices of the past.

‘Well, the victim’s Oyster card is being examined today, so we should know his movements soon enough. And we’ve seized the CCTV from Borough tube station. The transport police are going to find out what train he used and seize the CCTV from that too, so if he was being closely followed we might get something. It was late and the station was pretty quiet. Could be our best bet.’

‘Then he didn’t follow him,’ Sean killed off any optimism. ‘He waited for him. He’s too smart, too careful to get caught following either victim on CCTV. But check it out anyway. You get anything from your trip to the West End last night?’

‘Nothing that sounds like it’s going to help,’ she admitted. ‘We tracked down plenty of his so-called friends and associates from the street. He was well known and well liked, but nobody has any idea why this happened to him. There were lots of sightings on the day and night he died, but he headed for home alone. No one knows what happened.’

‘Can they say what tube station he used?’ Sean asked.

‘Some reckon Tottenham Court Road,’ Sally told him. ‘We’ll know for sure once the Oyster card is examined.’

‘OK, fine,’ Sean agreed distractedly, suddenly aware of an absence in the room. ‘You seen Dave this morning?’ he asked Sally.

‘No,’ she shrugged. ‘Haven’t seen him since yesterday afternoon.’

Sean thought about his other trusted second in command for a few seconds, remembering how in the past he was virtually always the first one into work every morning. Since the Goldsboro shooting, he was usually the last. ‘If you see or hear from him,’ he told Sally, ‘let him know I need to speak with him, will you?’ Sally nodded as Sean’s mobile began to ring. He checked the caller ID and answered.