white apartment, the array of clothes and the seductive underwear, had not found it amusing, either. She had looked with pity at the blemished face under the pathologistâs scalpel, for which all the lotions, creams and unguents in the world had ultimately been of no help at all. She felt angry at the undeservedness of it, but fiercely glad the woman hadnât had to go through that final humiliation. Death, at least, must have been quick.
âHe was disturbed and didnât succeed in raping her, so he strangled her to keep her quiet,â she said. There was an edge to her voice.
âOr that was what we were meant to think,â Mayo said. âThat it was a sex killing that went wrong, so that we shouldnât look for the real reason she was killed.â Abigail looked thoughtful. âAnd that means,â he went on, âthat weâre looking for someone, anyone, young or old ... but someone cool and calculated enough to try an immediate cover-up. Donât forget â all the evidence indicates she was simply dumped there after being killed elsewhere. And after finding that letter, I donât see this as a casual sex killing, I think we must look closer to home.â
âJenny Plattâs checked out McKinley,â Abigail said. âIf he was in the motorway café at nine oâclock talking to other truckers, as he says he was, heâs off the hook.â
âI think in any case weâre looking for someone closer to home than McKinley.â
âThe man who came to the flat?â
âHeâll do to start with.â
They had by now arrived at the entrance to the small group of buildings which constituted the Womenâs Hospital. The two hospitals, the County and the Womenâs, were separated only by the distance across the park. It would have been less than a five-minute drive from the County Hospital mortuary, had it not been for the allegedly quicker one-way system which took you all round the houses and left you twenty minutes later within a few yards of where youâd started. But although in terms of time theyâd saved something, otherwise it didnât seem as though theyâd gained much: others of the press were here also, having already ferreted out, God knows how, for there hadnât yet been a release, that the murdered woman was Angie Robinson and that she had worked here. Taking advantage of the media presence to gain publicity, a picket had been posted at the gate, a group of young nurses with protest placards which read Women for Women and sundry other slogans of a similar nature.
With a sigh, Mayo passed them and began to force his way through the pack, âNo commentâ on his lips. He sometimes felt that he must, unknown to himself, exude some substance like aniseed, that enabled the media hounds to sniff him out wherever he went.
The name tag on the lapel of her white overall said âEileen Daltonâ. She was a plump woman in her forties with fading, gingerish hair and tired eyes, but her face lit up when she smiled. She was one of two receptionists on duty at the Outpatientsâ desk at the Womenâs Hospital.
âI can give you ten minutes,â she said. âIâm due for my lunch-break now, anyway, while itâs quiet. Sorry I canât take you anywhere private, but we can get a cup of tea round the corner while we talk. There wonât be many there now.â
âRound the cornerâ proved to be a refreshment bar at the end of a corridor manned by the WVS and at the moment free of customers. Mayo and Mrs Dalton took a table by the window where presently Abigail joined them, bearing three polystyrene beakers of tea and a packet of coconut creams. Rich aromas of stew, boiled cabbage and fish wafted along the corridor.
Abigail broke open the biscuits and offered the packet to Mrs Dalton, who shook her head. âThanks, but I wouldnât want to spoil my lunch.â
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