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Organ Grinder Incident Room
Kilridge Police Station
Wednesday 15 April
“There’s been another one.” DCI Ted Wicket addressed the crowded incident room.
“Two.”
“I hadn’t forgotten Ann.” He snapped. “Listen up! Two victims this time, found in an empty warehouse on Billings Road, the old carpet place. Your uniformed colleagues are talking to the locals. SOCOs are on the scene. This is where the murders took place, the bodies weren’t dumped elsewhere this time. Something must have spooked him and he took off without them. They’re not long dead – only a few hours it looks like – so this is the best chance we’ve had of someone in the area remembering something.” He paused to look at all of his detectives. “I refuse to believe that this sadistic bastard is smarter than us. Find him!”
Inspector Ann Lester clipped the photos to the board. “Two white juvenile males, identities unknown. Throats cut. Hearts, livers and feet removed. Same as all the others. Except there being two victims. That’s new.”
“And not dumping the bodies elsewhere,” Fran reiterated. “How were they found?”
“Kids on their way to school noticed a fox licking the ground in front of the warehouse door. He was slow to move off when they approached him but when he did they saw what looked like blood, a partial footprint.”
The four inquiry teams talked eagerly among themselves until silenced by the inspector. “Sergeants – you’ll keep your DCs informed of any new information as it comes in but, until it does, continue to follow your current lines.” The noise increased again from all corners except one. Ann looked over at Fran and her dozing team of DC Jim Bonner.
“Has she lost another one?” The Chief Inspector asked quietly.
“Finch called me this morning. Says he’s sprained his ankle.”
“Can he read? Can he use a phone? Send a car for him!”
“He’s put in for a transfer.”
Ted frowned. “Because she won’t put up with any of his crap?”
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Fran studied the hideous photos angrily. Trying to get into the mind of a deranged serial killer was taking its toll on her mental health. She shook the green smoothie in her flask and took a swig.
“Fran,” Ted strode up to her desk, closely followed by another man, “this is DC Melton.”
“Toby,” the young man added with a grin.
Fran looked up without smiling and nodded. The chief had already left.
Jim Bonner farted without apology and turned around in his seat at the next desk. “Transfer?” he asked.
Toby nodded. “From Bournemouth.”
“Got bored of deckchair and zimmer frame thefts eh?” Smirking at his own joke, Bonner headed for the toilets.
Fran looked back at the case file and tried to find her place. Toby picked up one of the photos. “Put that down! I’m trying to sort … no, not there, leave it where it was!”
“Sorry.” Toby returned the photo and pulled up a chair.
“Haven’t you got your own desk?”
“The chief inspector said you needed help.”
“I do, but from a grown-up.”
Toby stopped smiling. “I can handle it.” He held her stare with naïve self-assurance until she sighed and looked away.
Fran showed both palms in mock surrender. “Here,” she pushed one of her folders across the desk. “Get familiar with this. All of it. And find a desk of your own!”
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“Organ Grinder”
7 May victim dumped in the canal
2 August victim dumped in the canal
14 October victim dumped in the canal
1 January, victim found at East Ridge scrapyard
3 February, victim found in industrial bin behind Marvin's Superstore (Oakleaf Retail Park)
10 March, victim found at country park
15 April, 2 victims, disused warehouse, Kilridge Industrial Est.
Toby tapped his pen thoughtfully on the paper. All locations were devoid of functioning CCTV cameras. The killer had made sure of that. That’s why he stopped dumping them in the canal – because CCTV cameras were set up there in October, after they found his third victim.
“Should have hidden them,” Toby mumbled to himself, exasperated at the stupidity. “That’s just basic.”
Bonner laughed.
“What’s basic?” Fran took another bite of her tofu mayonnaise sandwich.
“What’s he laughing at?” Toby asked.
“Seinfeld. What’s basic?”
Toby leaned sideways to see that his colleague was watching Netflix on his phone.
“WHAT’S. BASIC?”
“Cameras. At the canal. If they’d hidden them, the killer probably wouldn’t have changed his dumping spot. We could have caught him.”
Fran logged on to her computer. “I’m sure they …. would …. yes, look – October 22nd – micro CCTV cams installed.”
“Where could they hide cameras at the canal? It’s wide open isn’t it? Nothing to fix them to or hide them in.”
Fran found the email she’d been looking for. “… spy cameras installed for a period not exceeding twelve months … bla bla bla – keyhole cameras on lock gates.”
“New tech on those old gates would be pretty easy to spot wouldn’t it?”
Fran sighed. “Have you seen how tiny those things are? The surveillance crew know what they’re doing. They will have made sure the cameras were hidden.”
“So why did the killer stop dumping bodies there after they were installed?”
“He must have known we’d be watching the canal after he’d -”
“Done it three times? Wouldn’t he have assumed that after he’d done it twice?”
Fran rubbed her chin. “We should have been watching after he’d done it once.”
“But he knew you weren’t. That’s what I mean.”
Fran noticed an ink smear on the desk and tried to wipe it off with her thumb. “So, if he couldn’t see the cameras, maybe he saw them being installed.”
She reached for the yellow folder and found the witness statement of Marvin’s night manager. As one would expect at a retail establishment, Marvin’s had CCTV cameras inside and out. All were in good working order and checked every week, except the one that overlooked the bins at the back. The night manager said he had requested a replacement from Head Office in December but had so far not received one. However, he had not pressed for it because, as the camera’s red light was still functioning, he’d considered the faulty camera an adequate deterrent. So how had the killer known that that camera wasn’t working?
“Let’s get Mr Underhill back in here.”
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