the ground," Carol said.
"And by all accounts, Connolly was one of the best."
Tony leaned back in his chair.
"So if Handy Andy stalked Damien without setting any alarm bells ringing, he must be bloody good. Face it, Carol, if somebody was tailing you on a regular basis, you'd pick them up, wouldn't you?"
"I bloody hope so," Carol said drily.
"But I'm a woman. Maybe we're just a bit more on our guard than the blokes."
Tony shook his head.
"I think a copper as smart as Damien would have noticed anything other than a very professional tail."
"You mean we might be looking for someone who's in the Job?" Carol demanded, her voice rising as she spoke the unthinkable.
"It's a possibility. I can't pitch it more strongly than that till I've seen all the evidence. Is that it?" Tony asked, nodding towards the cardboard box Carol had deposited by the door of his office.
"That's some of it. There's another box and some folders of photographs still in the car. And that's after some serious editing."
Tony pulled a face.
"Rather you than me. Shall we go and fetch it, then?"
Carol stood up.
"Why don't you get started while I go and get the rest?"
"It's the photographs I want to look at first, so I might as well come and help," he said.
"Thanks," Carol said.
In the lift, they stood on opposite sides, both conscious of the other's physical presence. That's not a Bradfield accent," Tony remarked as the doors slid shut. If he was going to work successfully with Carol Jordan, he needed to know what made her tick, personally as well as professionally. The more he could find out about her, the better.
"I thought you said you left the detective work to us?"
"We're good at stating the obvious, us psychologists. Isn't that what our critics on the force say?"
Touche. I'm from Warwick, originally. Then university at Manchester and into the Met on the fast track. And you? I'm not great on accents, but I can spot you're a Northerner, though you don't sound like Bradfield either," Carol replied.
"Born and bred in Halifax. London University, followed by a DPhil at Oxford. Eight years in special hospitals. Eighteen months ago, the Home Office head-hunted me to run this feasibility study." Give a little to get a lot. Tony thought wryly. Who exactly was probing whom?
"So we're both outsiders," Carol said.
"Maybe that's why John Brandon chose you to liaise with me."
The lift doors slid open and they walked through the underground car park to the visitors' parking area where Carol had left her car. Tony hefted the cardboard box out of the boot.
"You must be stronger than you look," he gasped.
Carol picked up the folders of photographs and grinned. "And I'm a black belt in Cluedo," she said.
"Listen, Tony, if this maniac is in the Job, what sort of stuff would you expect to find?"
"I shouldn't have said that. I was theorizing ahead of data, and I don't want you to place any weight on it, OK? Strike it from the record," Tony panted.
"OK, but what would the signs be?" she persisted.
They were back in the lift before Tony answered her. "Behaviour that exhibits a familiarity with police and forensic procedure," he said.
"But in itself, that proves nothing. There are so many true-crime books and TV detectives around these days that anyone could know that sort of stuff. Look, Carol, please put it out of your head. We need to keep an open mind. Otherwise the work we do is valueless."
Carol stifled a sigh.
"OK. But will you tell me if you still think that way after you've seen the evidence? Because if it's more than a slim possibility, we might need to rethink the way we're dealing with the enquiry."
"I promise," he said. The lift doors slid open, as if placing their own full stop on the conversation.
Back in the office. Tony slid the first set of photographs out of their folders.
"Before you start, could you fill me in on how you want to pursue this?" Carol asked, notebook at the ready.
"I'll go through all the pictures first, then I'll ask you to take me through the investigation so far. When we've done that, I'll work through the paperwork myself. After that, what I usually do is draw up a profile of each of the victims. Then we have another session with these," he said, brandishing his forms.
"And then I walk out on the high wire and do a profile of the offender. Does that sound reasonable to you?"
"Sounds fine. How