rubbish, tipping them into the back of the lorry. He calculated that at three-minute intervals the driver tripped a lever setting in motion the giant claws that compressed and then dragged the rubbish inwards.
Easing his BMW slowly forward Lynch glided to a spot ahead of the moving lorry, stopped and suddenly jumped out with the ten plastic bags. Walking quickly along the kerb he watched the claws creak into action and began to count. At two and a half minutes by his own calculations he stepped forward, dropped the bags and stood back. Right on time they were caught and dragged.
He allowed himself a slight smile.
Right again, Dean boyo.
Keep your cool.
You're doing just fine.
Despite the bitterly cold weather he was dressed lightly. He didn't feel the chill.
Dean Lynch was on a rollercoaster of revenge. He knew he was HIV positive, knew he had an advanced stage of AIDS and that the virus was destroying his body. And while the disease might progress only slowly, in his mind Lynch was preparing for the worst.
He believed he was dying.
He decided he wasn't going alone.
There were a few more scores to settle.
But first he had to cover his tracks.
14
9.05 am
The Master's Office
'There are almost five hundred people employed here at any one time.'
Luke Conway was trying to explain the logistics of conducting a murder investigation in the Central Maternity Hospital. 'There are forty-two doctors, thirty male and twelve female. We have two hundred and seven nurses, all female. There are no male nurses. The rest of the staff is made up of physiotherapists, laboratory workers, pharmacists, social workers, administrative back-up and various support systems such as security and maintenance etcetera.'
Conway looked pale and drawn and was in a state of shock. At the beginning he could barely believe what was happening. But as dawn broke and the police remained and the lab door stayed sealed off, the awful significance of the yellow incident tape began to sink in.
'I need a list of all male staff members. I also need a list of any males who call on the hospital regularly, especially to the lab. I'm thinking here of couriers, flower deliverers, taxi men, whatever. I want you to sit down now, while your mind is fresh, and make a list. I need that list by lunch time.' Jack McGrath was at his efficient best. 'Also I may need to interview every member of staff individually and privately if we don't get an early break.'
'That's a lot of people, a lot of very busy people.'
'I know,' McGrath's muttered reply was weary. He hadn't slept much. The image of the scalpel sticking out of Mary Dwyer's neck haunted him. 'A cast of thousands. That's what it looks like. A cast of bloody thousands.'
Neither spoke for a while.
'When can the lab staff get back to work?' Conway was determined to keep an air of normality in the hospital but was acutely aware the news had already spread like wildfire. 'There are lab results from yesterday that the staff need for today and tomorrow. I need to know now, otherwise I'll have to farm out all today's tests to a private lab.'
McGrath looked at his watch and slowly stood up. 'Forget the lab for the rest of today. There's a lot of work for my men to do in there. I'll let you know when it's clear to go back into action.' He was about to leave when a thought entered his mind. 'Could we use the medical library for our conferences. It's big enough and it'll save us trudging back and forward to Store Street station. Is that okay?'
Conway hesitated then nodded reluctantly.
Walking along the corridor towards the library, McGrath passed Dean Lynch. Neither man seemed to pay the slightest attention to the other. Lynch pulled the door into his consulting room closed.
Maybe they're going to make their base in the library?
That's right up your street, Dean boyo.
They're looking for you, but all the time you're looking at them.
Keep your cool.
You're doing well.
Plan ahead.
He
Easing his BMW slowly forward Lynch glided to a spot ahead of the moving lorry, stopped and suddenly jumped out with the ten plastic bags. Walking quickly along the kerb he watched the claws creak into action and began to count. At two and a half minutes by his own calculations he stepped forward, dropped the bags and stood back. Right on time they were caught and dragged.
He allowed himself a slight smile.
Right again, Dean boyo.
Keep your cool.
You're doing just fine.
Despite the bitterly cold weather he was dressed lightly. He didn't feel the chill.
Dean Lynch was on a rollercoaster of revenge. He knew he was HIV positive, knew he had an advanced stage of AIDS and that the virus was destroying his body. And while the disease might progress only slowly, in his mind Lynch was preparing for the worst.
He believed he was dying.
He decided he wasn't going alone.
There were a few more scores to settle.
But first he had to cover his tracks.
14
9.05 am
The Master's Office
'There are almost five hundred people employed here at any one time.'
Luke Conway was trying to explain the logistics of conducting a murder investigation in the Central Maternity Hospital. 'There are forty-two doctors, thirty male and twelve female. We have two hundred and seven nurses, all female. There are no male nurses. The rest of the staff is made up of physiotherapists, laboratory workers, pharmacists, social workers, administrative back-up and various support systems such as security and maintenance etcetera.'
Conway looked pale and drawn and was in a state of shock. At the beginning he could barely believe what was happening. But as dawn broke and the police remained and the lab door stayed sealed off, the awful significance of the yellow incident tape began to sink in.
'I need a list of all male staff members. I also need a list of any males who call on the hospital regularly, especially to the lab. I'm thinking here of couriers, flower deliverers, taxi men, whatever. I want you to sit down now, while your mind is fresh, and make a list. I need that list by lunch time.' Jack McGrath was at his efficient best. 'Also I may need to interview every member of staff individually and privately if we don't get an early break.'
'That's a lot of people, a lot of very busy people.'
'I know,' McGrath's muttered reply was weary. He hadn't slept much. The image of the scalpel sticking out of Mary Dwyer's neck haunted him. 'A cast of thousands. That's what it looks like. A cast of bloody thousands.'
Neither spoke for a while.
'When can the lab staff get back to work?' Conway was determined to keep an air of normality in the hospital but was acutely aware the news had already spread like wildfire. 'There are lab results from yesterday that the staff need for today and tomorrow. I need to know now, otherwise I'll have to farm out all today's tests to a private lab.'
McGrath looked at his watch and slowly stood up. 'Forget the lab for the rest of today. There's a lot of work for my men to do in there. I'll let you know when it's clear to go back into action.' He was about to leave when a thought entered his mind. 'Could we use the medical library for our conferences. It's big enough and it'll save us trudging back and forward to Store Street station. Is that okay?'
Conway hesitated then nodded reluctantly.
Walking along the corridor towards the library, McGrath passed Dean Lynch. Neither man seemed to pay the slightest attention to the other. Lynch pulled the door into his consulting room closed.
Maybe they're going to make their base in the library?
That's right up your street, Dean boyo.
They're looking for you, but all the time you're looking at them.
Keep your cool.
You're doing well.
Plan ahead.
He
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