He passed so close to where Simone waited, behind the thick folds of the curtain in front of the large glass window. She felt the air shift as he moved past, and she smelled him: a sweet, overpowering scent of cologne, dank sweat and sex. It focused her hatred of him.
Breaking the silence that followed in the incident room, a phone began to ring. Crane snatched it up and began to talk in a low voice.‘Can you make it any bigger, Moss?’ asked Erika. The photo zoomed in on the figure under the bed, but the image was too blurred and grainy.
‘I’ll get it over to the cyber crime guys and see if they can enhance it any more,’ said Moss.‘Boss, you’re going to want to hear this,’ said Crane, excitedly, having just put the phone down.‘Please tell me it’s something – some kind of evidence about the man who is doing this?’ said Erika.
‘It is evidence. But it’s not a bloke.’‘Nils Åkerman has been working on the small amount of DNA he swabbed from the ear print on the back door of Jack Hart’s house, and some samples of skin cells found on the outside of the suicide bag used to kill him. It’s a woman.’
‘It’s from a white woman. Nils ran the DNA through the national crime database, and there’s no match, no previous convictions – but the DNA is female. It’s a woman who’s doing this.’
A murmur went round the incident room.Be careful…won’t you? He’s been…traveling again. Came here only days ago…called a family meeting. Don’t let him…find you, Octavia said, fixing her gaze back on Julian.
Him? Julian repeated. Grandpops? Why? The old man moves once every two decades at best.If I tell you… Octavia blew out a long, wheezing sigh. What trouble…will you find yourself in?
The good kind, Julian promised her. The kind that makes you proud of me, even as you put me in the naughty corner.The sound that came out of her must have been a laugh, though it was painful to hear. There’s…an auction. Came through…the family lines. He came to take…the gold from his vault here. Buy-in.