her purpose, and she knew the rest of the house was inhabited by like-minded individuals. She had branched out on her own so she could keep herself and her job as private as possible. She had decided she was better off alone, and she had been right. Now she kept most of the money she earned, and she chose her own hours.
She glanced at her watch, her last appointment was due any minute, and she checked her make-up and hair before slipping on a grey gymslip and black silk stockings. She forced her feet into impossibly high black stilettos and, lighting a cigarette, she put a jazz CD into the player by her bed. Then, after snorting a big, fat line of cocaine, she sat and waited patiently for her last call of the day.
Kate was stretched out in the bath, a glass of wine in one hand and a cigarette in the other. She was shattered, and she knew she needed to get some sleep.
Patrick had been leaving messages everywhere and she had not answered any of them. She needed time to herself. She need what can I do for you?’. It was . yed to be able to concentrate on what she was doing.
She was still angry at him, angry that he didn’t see what he had done as wrong. Pat was a law unto himself, and she had been attracted to that side of him but, as the years had gone on, she had come to resent him for his cavalier attitude to the world and the people in it. She knew he laughed at her because she was so straight, as he would put it. But it was how she lived her life, and he knew that as well as she knew that he couldn’t be straight if his life depended on it.
But it was the use of the women that bothered her. The girls were dead, and they were dead because of people like him and Peter Bates. So why did she feel she was being unfair to him? Why did she miss him so much? Kate closed her eyes and tried to push him from her thoughts.
Annie came in and refilled her glass for her.
‘Thanks, I needed this.’
Annie nodded. ‘Join the club. I’ve left all the stuff Jennifer gave you with Margaret, she is a computer whiz-kid by all accounts. But to be honest, I don’t think we’ll get anything from it, do you?’
Kate shook her head in agreement. ‘No. I think whoever this is, they are too fucking shrewd to leave a trail of any kind. The crime scene is almost sterile, and that takes a lot of planning, and a lot of guts. But that doesn’t mean we can rule anything, or anyone, out. Speaking of which, how did your interview with Patrick go?’
‘Exactly as you’d expect!’ Annie laughed. ‘He was more interested in asking me questions about you.’
Kate shrugged. ‘So who are we looking for? Jennifer James reckons it isn’t a regular but I’ll put my money on it being someone we’ve had dealings with before. This person is in the system somewhere, even if not here in Grantley. He would have done other stuff before this, and that’s what we need to be looking at. We need to see what we can dig up over the last ten years, men who’ve specifically targeted prostitutes. He’s perfected his trade somewhere, we just need to find out where the fuck that was.’
‘What do we need?’
‘You need to request everything relating to attacks on working girls from all the different forces in the British Isles. But I think he knows this area, so I’ll concentrate on anyone who was born here, lived here, or went to school here. He’s chosen Grantley for a reason, he’s killing here for a reason. Like I say, we just have to find out what the reason is.’
Annie sighed. ‘Look, Kate, the arsehole wants to bring in another lead detective. He says it’s to help me, but I think it’s because he doesn’t trust us to deliver quick enough. He’s not even got the fucking guts to tell us to our face. He told me over the phone.’
Kate laughed then, a loud, cackling laugh. ‘I expected him to do something like this. Don’t worry, I still have a few friends I can rely on. Unlike him, I never made the mistake of tucking up my own
She glanced at her watch, her last appointment was due any minute, and she checked her make-up and hair before slipping on a grey gymslip and black silk stockings. She forced her feet into impossibly high black stilettos and, lighting a cigarette, she put a jazz CD into the player by her bed. Then, after snorting a big, fat line of cocaine, she sat and waited patiently for her last call of the day.
Kate was stretched out in the bath, a glass of wine in one hand and a cigarette in the other. She was shattered, and she knew she needed to get some sleep.
Patrick had been leaving messages everywhere and she had not answered any of them. She needed time to herself. She need what can I do for you?’. It was . yed to be able to concentrate on what she was doing.
She was still angry at him, angry that he didn’t see what he had done as wrong. Pat was a law unto himself, and she had been attracted to that side of him but, as the years had gone on, she had come to resent him for his cavalier attitude to the world and the people in it. She knew he laughed at her because she was so straight, as he would put it. But it was how she lived her life, and he knew that as well as she knew that he couldn’t be straight if his life depended on it.
But it was the use of the women that bothered her. The girls were dead, and they were dead because of people like him and Peter Bates. So why did she feel she was being unfair to him? Why did she miss him so much? Kate closed her eyes and tried to push him from her thoughts.
Annie came in and refilled her glass for her.
‘Thanks, I needed this.’
Annie nodded. ‘Join the club. I’ve left all the stuff Jennifer gave you with Margaret, she is a computer whiz-kid by all accounts. But to be honest, I don’t think we’ll get anything from it, do you?’
Kate shook her head in agreement. ‘No. I think whoever this is, they are too fucking shrewd to leave a trail of any kind. The crime scene is almost sterile, and that takes a lot of planning, and a lot of guts. But that doesn’t mean we can rule anything, or anyone, out. Speaking of which, how did your interview with Patrick go?’
‘Exactly as you’d expect!’ Annie laughed. ‘He was more interested in asking me questions about you.’
Kate shrugged. ‘So who are we looking for? Jennifer James reckons it isn’t a regular but I’ll put my money on it being someone we’ve had dealings with before. This person is in the system somewhere, even if not here in Grantley. He would have done other stuff before this, and that’s what we need to be looking at. We need to see what we can dig up over the last ten years, men who’ve specifically targeted prostitutes. He’s perfected his trade somewhere, we just need to find out where the fuck that was.’
‘What do we need?’
‘You need to request everything relating to attacks on working girls from all the different forces in the British Isles. But I think he knows this area, so I’ll concentrate on anyone who was born here, lived here, or went to school here. He’s chosen Grantley for a reason, he’s killing here for a reason. Like I say, we just have to find out what the reason is.’
Annie sighed. ‘Look, Kate, the arsehole wants to bring in another lead detective. He says it’s to help me, but I think it’s because he doesn’t trust us to deliver quick enough. He’s not even got the fucking guts to tell us to our face. He told me over the phone.’
Kate laughed then, a loud, cackling laugh. ‘I expected him to do something like this. Don’t worry, I still have a few friends I can rely on. Unlike him, I never made the mistake of tucking up my own
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