I tensed my muscles. The sensation was becoming unpleasant, painful even, as it worked its way between the layers of my skin, like some sort of fictional scarab beetle designed to disgust and my mind, usually so closely guarded, felt as though every wall had come crashing down; every lock was being turned by key after key …
‘Do you have evidence that this photo of my client was taken by the man you state?’ asked the solicitor.Erika ignored him. ‘Do you remember a girl called Barbora; she was friend of Andrea’s?’
‘She accompanied your family on a couple of summer holidays?’‘She was sweet; perhaps a little too sweet – and eager. Even so, too good for Andrea, and surprise, surprise, Andrea chased her away.’‘How did she chase her away?’
‘Oh, the usual. At first she thought Barbora was the bee’s knees, then her excitement cooled and she made the girl feel like the poor relative. When she joined us on our last holiday, Barbora had lost a lot of weight; she was emaciated. Andrea thought it was the height of fashion. That was probably enough to excommunicate the poor girl.’‘Did Andrea say where Barbora went?’
‘She just said she moved away. Why?’ asked Linda, narrowing her eyes.
Erika explained Barbora’s connection to Igor, and that she had been sexually involved with Igor at the same time as Andrea.‘Christ, I knew this was a bad idea,’ said Marsh.
‘No. This is good. She’s really connecting with people. This press conference is much more real and genuine than before,’ said Colleen. Marsh gave her a sideways glance, but she was glued to the screen.The press conference then cut away to a wide shot as Erika, Moss, and Peterson made their way up the steps and back into the station. The television cut back to the BBC News studio, where the news anchor asked the reporter at the scene for his comments.
‘This is a bold move by the police, who after several weeks still have very little in the way of evidence. With a suspect at large, time is running out.’‘What does he mean, running out?’ scoffed Marsh.