this one, it’s at the top of the list of priorities.’
‘Okay, I can see some sense in that. Anything else to go on? I mean, do we have an ID on the girl?’
‘One of the uniforms that responded to the call recognised her. She’s a working girl with a record for possession. Don’t have a name yet.’
‘We’ll need to speak to the uniforms.’
Armstrong nodded.
‘Why strip her?’ Irvine asked. ‘I mean, if none of the other victims was stripped?’
‘I don’t know.’
Irvine thought about that. It was a significant departure if this was connected to the earlier deaths.
‘Maybe because whoever she was with didn’t want to be connected to her,’ Irvine said. ‘It’s a way of trying to obliterate evidence.’
One of the Scenes of Crime team working down on the bank picked something off the top of the mud and slipped it into an evidence bag.
‘Okay,’ Armstrong said. ‘I can see that could be it.’
‘Which might mean different things,’ Irvine went on. ‘I mean, a celebrity or a politician would want to avoid a scandal.’
‘Or someone in the supply chain who might not want to be connected to the drugs that have killed these people.’
Irvine looked at Armstrong again.
‘That’s the link?’ she asked. ‘The same bad drugs?’
He nodded.
‘We can fill you in on all of that at the briefing later today.’
Irvine peered across the river, squinting at sunlight reflected on the surface of the water. The crowd behind them started to thin as it became clear that there was nothing much to see any more except a bunch of cops going about their painstaking business.
‘This is your investigation now,’ Armstrong said to Irvine. ‘So, what’s the plan?’
‘Work the evidence. We want to get the ID on the girl and information on other girls who know her. Interview them and her family too, if she has any here. Check CCTV as well: see if we can track her movements yesterday.’
Armstrong took out a notepad, flipped it open and made some notes as Irvine spoke.
‘If we know who she is, then we can check where she lives. Speak to anyone who lives with her.’
‘Anything else?’
‘Find her clothes. Or maybe what’s left of them. If I know criminals, the first thought is usually to dump them or dump and burn them. Probably won’t be too far away either. Something like this, they like to get it over with fast. We might get some residual evidence from that – hair, fibres or fluid samples. And we need to ask the pathologist to look out for that kind of thing during the post-mortem. She might have had sex before she was killed.’
‘Should we find out who she bought her regular supply of drugs from as well? And who her regular customers were.’
‘If we can. The other girls might know.’
Armstrong wrote in his pad some more.
‘It’s always personal,’ Irvine said.
‘What?’ Armstrong asked.
She looked at him and shook her head, she had been talking to herself more than anything.
‘I mean, that’s pretty much the rule in CID on murder investigations. It’s usually someone that the victim knows.’
‘Uh-huh.’
‘So I’d bet whoever dumped her here had met her before today. And that’s how we break this case.’
10
Logan had gone back to his office to work on a backlog of contracts for new CPO jobs before the call to his contact at Homeland Security. He was putting the finishing touches to the last document when Cahill came in. It was a small room next to Cahill’s and Logan kept it simple: a walnut desk, swivel chair and a unit with a low-level cupboard and shelves above it. He glanced at the photograph of Ellie on the middle shelf as Cahill walked to his desk.
‘You ready?’ Cahill asked, holding up his watch and tapping on the face of it. ‘Just gone two.’
Logan looked at his own watch, surprised to see that Cahill was right. He had worked through lunch without noticing.
‘I guess I got caught up in this stuff,’ Logan said, standing to follow Cahill as he left the room.
Hardy was waiting for them back in the War Room, sipping from a bottle of water and watching more news coverage of the crash.
‘Anything new?’ Cahill asked.
‘Nope. Usual talk about recovering the black box and waiting till they know more before reaching any conclusions.’
‘Still no mention of terrorists?’
‘Nothing. Looks like it was an accident from what they’re saying, but who knows what they might be holding back?’
Logan sat beside Hardy and pulled the conference phone towards him.
‘If it’s not terrorists, then why all the