his clothes had blood spray all over them. He made his way through the rear gardens, trying not to make any noise that would bring him unwanted attention; not his plan, but it would have to do as he moved quickly and discreetly through the night.
He had to duck down several times when he saw open curtains and people near to their windows and as he crossed over streets; every second vehicle driving past was a police car. They were hard at it but the trees and bushes gave anyone in dark clothing a chance of concealing themselves from view; their chances of finding him were now unfortunately low without a helicopter and that would have to fly from Glasgow.
Home at last, his body shook, every fibre touched with the thrill of the evening. Nearly being caught was exhilarating,totally exquisite. He leant on the table on top of the barrel, and started to talk to his wife in a low voice, “Look what you’ve started. This was your doing. If you hadn’t left me I wouldn’t have to teach them respect, but I’m not finished yet.” He patted the surface of the table and took a beer from the fridge. Slumping onto the couch, he gulped greedily at the drink. His head rolled back and his eyes closed.
Chapter 13: Searching
The Major Crime Unit, CID, uniformed officers and an ambulance crew were at the scene. The Scenes Examination Branch was also there, busy suiting up for the night ahead. Taylor and Marcus were also present in their white suits. They stood in the hallway, staring dumbfounded into the kitchen, Taylor looking at the horror scene before her, her hands trembling with rage and sadness. The feeling of failure inside her was now overwhelming . “He’s laughing at us you know, he’s taking the fucking piss, the arrogant savage.”
“We’re doing everything we can, Taylor!” exclaimed Marcus. “We’ll get him. He’ll make a mistake sometime; these assholes always do!”
They went up to the bedroom, wardrobe doors open, bed unmade, an open book at the end of it. Taylor instantly noticed the baton on the floor and a couple of dots of blood on the carpet and the wall. “She hit him and it must have injured him. There’s blood here and a bit there, showing that it was a decent shot. Poor soul - she fought hard to survive.”
“There’s DNA evidence in abundance again, enough to openup his own lab, and not a thing we can do with it until he fucks up or we catch him.”
As Taylor walked around the crime scene her eyes watered with the grotesque signs of savagery all around her. She tried putting herself in Anna’s place, the terror she must have felt, as something, someone, that beast took her life from her. The signs of her struggle for survival, to try and escape from her captor, were everywhere. There was blood spatter up every unit and a pool of blood on the floor. His tools for his night of crime painted vivid, cruel and painful thoughts; Anna’s death had been hideous but all the things he had planned for her would have been even more horrific to endure, and then certain death anyway.
Taylor and Marcus left the scene and headed back to the office, silence taking over as they drove the short journey down to Fettes headquarters. The atmosphere was tense as the cobbled streets rumbled beneath them, the car tyres bouncing over them and giving therapeutic vibrations. Old four and five storey town houses rose above them, curtains drawn from the horrors of the night and those inside feeling safe within. With wealth surrounding them, it was a place that the people who lived there believed to be safe, but evil was just next door.
As they waited at the security gate, Taylor turned to Marcus staring at him, eyes filled with despair and emotion. “I can’t believe this is happening in our city. Things like this only happen in the States and in the movies. He’s not going to stop you know. We have to stop him. This is just the beginning and it’s just going to keep on happening.”
“I think we need to push the
He had to duck down several times when he saw open curtains and people near to their windows and as he crossed over streets; every second vehicle driving past was a police car. They were hard at it but the trees and bushes gave anyone in dark clothing a chance of concealing themselves from view; their chances of finding him were now unfortunately low without a helicopter and that would have to fly from Glasgow.
Home at last, his body shook, every fibre touched with the thrill of the evening. Nearly being caught was exhilarating,totally exquisite. He leant on the table on top of the barrel, and started to talk to his wife in a low voice, “Look what you’ve started. This was your doing. If you hadn’t left me I wouldn’t have to teach them respect, but I’m not finished yet.” He patted the surface of the table and took a beer from the fridge. Slumping onto the couch, he gulped greedily at the drink. His head rolled back and his eyes closed.
Chapter 13: Searching
The Major Crime Unit, CID, uniformed officers and an ambulance crew were at the scene. The Scenes Examination Branch was also there, busy suiting up for the night ahead. Taylor and Marcus were also present in their white suits. They stood in the hallway, staring dumbfounded into the kitchen, Taylor looking at the horror scene before her, her hands trembling with rage and sadness. The feeling of failure inside her was now overwhelming . “He’s laughing at us you know, he’s taking the fucking piss, the arrogant savage.”
“We’re doing everything we can, Taylor!” exclaimed Marcus. “We’ll get him. He’ll make a mistake sometime; these assholes always do!”
They went up to the bedroom, wardrobe doors open, bed unmade, an open book at the end of it. Taylor instantly noticed the baton on the floor and a couple of dots of blood on the carpet and the wall. “She hit him and it must have injured him. There’s blood here and a bit there, showing that it was a decent shot. Poor soul - she fought hard to survive.”
“There’s DNA evidence in abundance again, enough to openup his own lab, and not a thing we can do with it until he fucks up or we catch him.”
As Taylor walked around the crime scene her eyes watered with the grotesque signs of savagery all around her. She tried putting herself in Anna’s place, the terror she must have felt, as something, someone, that beast took her life from her. The signs of her struggle for survival, to try and escape from her captor, were everywhere. There was blood spatter up every unit and a pool of blood on the floor. His tools for his night of crime painted vivid, cruel and painful thoughts; Anna’s death had been hideous but all the things he had planned for her would have been even more horrific to endure, and then certain death anyway.
Taylor and Marcus left the scene and headed back to the office, silence taking over as they drove the short journey down to Fettes headquarters. The atmosphere was tense as the cobbled streets rumbled beneath them, the car tyres bouncing over them and giving therapeutic vibrations. Old four and five storey town houses rose above them, curtains drawn from the horrors of the night and those inside feeling safe within. With wealth surrounding them, it was a place that the people who lived there believed to be safe, but evil was just next door.
As they waited at the security gate, Taylor turned to Marcus staring at him, eyes filled with despair and emotion. “I can’t believe this is happening in our city. Things like this only happen in the States and in the movies. He’s not going to stop you know. We have to stop him. This is just the beginning and it’s just going to keep on happening.”
“I think we need to push the
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