The Torment of Others. Val McDermid

what have we got?’ she asked.

      Merrick consulted his notebook. ‘Sandie Foster, twenty-five, prostitute, convictions for soliciting and possession. But before we get into that…ma’am, this is the identical MO to a series of four murders that happened two years ago, not long after you left us.’

      ‘Were all the victims clothed, like this?’

      ‘Like I said, it’s identical.’

      ‘Well, maybe this time we can solve them.’

      Merrick and Kevin exchanged a glance. Kevin looked faintly apologetic. ‘That’s the thing, guv. We already did.’

      ‘What?’ Carol said.

      Merrick shoved his gloved hands into his pockets. ‘Kevin and I worked the case. Derek Tyler–he pleaded guilty. He’s in a secure hospital.’

      ‘Could we have got the wrong man?’

      Merrick shook his head, his lower lip jutting in stubborn denial. ‘No room for doubt. The forensics nailed him. DNA, fingerprints, the lot. Derek Tyler. He pleaded guilty. He even made a confession of sorts, claiming the voices in his head told him to do it. And as soon as Tyler was arrested, the killings stopped. Even more proof, as if we needed it. They locked him up in Bradfield Moor and he refused to say another word about the murders.’

      ‘Can we check if Tyler has been released?’ Carol asked.

      ‘I already have. I just came off the phone. Tyler is tucked up in bed, sleeping far better than he has any right to, so it’s not him.’

      ‘Perhaps we missed something last time.’

      The forensics nailed him,’ Merrick insisted.

      ‘Maybe we should talk to Dr Hill,’ Kevin said. ‘Making sense of things is his line, isn’t it?’

      ‘Good idea, Kevin,’ Carol said. Tony was always complaining he was never called in early enough on complex murder inquiries. She stepped outside the room and dialled Brandon’s mobile. When he answered, she briefly outlined the circumstances. ‘On the face of it, it looks impossible,’ she said. ‘I’d like to bring Dr Hill in for a consultation.’

      ‘Isn’t it a little early for that?’ Brandon asked.

      ‘Normally I’d agree with you, sir, but if there’s any possibility we’re looking at a copycat, I think he could give us a quick answer. Like he did the first time we all worked together.’ Carol held her breath while Brandon considered.

      ‘All right, go ahead. We’ll talk more fully in the morning.’

      As the call ended, Carol stepped to one side to allow the mortuary staff access to the crime scene. ‘Does Dr Vernon know about this?’ she asked.

      The one bringing up the rear nodded. ‘Yeah, he wants to cut and shut early tomorrow, he’s got some conference or other to go to. He said to tell you he’ll be ready to roll at seven.’

      Merrick and Kevin joined her on the landing, to allow the technicians room to manoeuvre the dead woman into the body bag. ‘Kevin, Sam’s interviewing the woman who found the body. I want you to come back to the station with me and sit in with him. You worked the case before, there might be something you pick up on that Sam wouldn’t know about. Don, you and Paula start organizing door-to-door inquiries. We need to talk to all the street girls and rent boys we can get our hands on, as well as bar staff, punters and the like. Find out where Sandie Foster worked. Somebody must have seen her with her killer.’ She stripped off her gloves and shoved her hands in her pockets, unconsciously hunching her shoulders. ‘And let’s all keep an open mind for now.’

      Kevin found Sam Evans slouched against the wall outside one of the interview rooms. ‘How’s it going?’ he asked.

      ‘Am I glad to see you,’ Evans groaned. ‘That woman in there most definitely does not like people of colour. How come we say one word out of place and we get hit with a complaint of racism, but she gets to call me a jungle bunny?’

      Kevin winced. ‘You want me to take a crack at her?’

      ‘Be my guest.’ Evans waved a hand at the door. ‘I can’t get a single word out of her. I’m going for a smoke.’

      He handed Kevin a folder and walked off. Kevin opened it and saw a single sheet of paper that told him nothing more than name, age and address. ‘You weren’t joking, were you, Sam?’ he said softly.

      Kevin looked through the spyhole in the door to see a bleached-blonde woman in a short, tight, black dress. The notes said she was twenty-nine but, from this distance, she looked closer to nineteen. She was pulling her skimpy jacket close to her as if the room was chill. She was smoking, and judging by the thickness of the air, it wasn’t her first cigarette. So much for Brandon’s non-smoking policy. Kevin remembered the first day he’d tried to enforce it. The suspect he’d been interviewing had threatened him with a complaint under the human rights legislation for cruel and unusual punishment. He wasn’t going to be telling Dee Smart to put her fag out. She was the nearest they had to a useful witness so far, and this case was far too important to take chances with.

      He walked in and treated her to his best sympathetic smile. Thank fuck,’ she said. ‘A human being.’

      ‘You have a problem with my colleague?’ Kevin said, a sympathetic smile on his face.

      ‘He gives me the creeps,’ she muttered. ‘He’s got that Ali G chip on his shoulder. “Is it because I is black?” No, mate, it’s because you is an arsehole. Somebody should tell him even whores are higher up the food chain than the shit on his shoe. Where does he get off, looking down his nose at me?’

      ‘He’s a bit lacking in the social skills department.’

      ‘You can say that again.’ She blew out a stream of smoke and scowled. ‘So are you going to treat me any better?’

      Twenty minutes later, the two of them were almost cosy. The mugs of tea he’d brought as an ice-breaker were empty, and they’d got through the hardest part, the actual discovery of the body. ‘Just how long had this arrangement been going on?’ Kevin asked conversationally.

      Dee lifted one shoulder in a half-shrug. ‘About three months, I suppose. Sandie used to share the room with another girl, Mo, but she moved back to Leeds so Sandie asked me to come in with her.’

      ‘How did it work in practice?’

      Dee flipped open her cigarette packet and looked in disgust at the three remaining cigarettes. ‘You’re going to need to find a fag machine if we’re going to be at this much longer.’

      ‘Don’t worry about that. Tell me about the arrangement.’ Kevin gave her his best sympathetic smile.

      Dee scowled. It brought the fine lines on her skin into sharp relief, making her look her age. ‘Sandie has the early shift. Most nights she likes to knock off about ten. She’s got a kid. A little lad, Sean. Her mum looks after him. Sandie likes to get home in time to get a decent kip before she gets him up in the morning for school. Any time after half past ten, the room was mine.’

      Kevin tried not to think how Sean would be feeling when he woke up tomorrow morning to discover his mother had been murdered. Instead, he concentrated on what Dee was saying. ‘So how come you didn’t find her there last night?’ he asked.

      ‘I wasn’t working last night.’ She clocked the look of surprise on his face. ‘If you must know, I had the shits. I must have eaten something dodgy. There was no way I could turn tricks, the state I was in.’

      It made sense. Even whores could throw a sickie, Kevin thought. ‘So as far as you knew, everything was normal? When you went up with your punter you expected the room to be empty?’

      Dee closed her eyes and shuddered at the memory. ‘Yeah.’

      ‘Had you seen Sandie at all earlier in the evening?’

      Dee