the pleasure in Hillier's features as the reporters asked just the sort of questions that he and the Press Bureau had hoped they would ask, leaving unspoken the very topics that he and the Press Bureau had wished to avoid. Hillier held up a hand with an expression that communicated both his understanding and his tolerance of their outburst. He then went on to say precisely what he had planned to say, regardless of their questions.
The individual crimes, he explained, had initially been investigated by the murder squads most closely associated with the locations in which the bodies had been found. Doubtless their brother and sister journalists who were responsible for gathering the news at each of these relevant stations would be happy to supply the notes they themselves had already assembled on the killings, which would save everyone valuable time just now. For its part, the Met was going to press forward with a thorough investigation of this most recent murder, tying it to the others if there was a clear indication that the crimes were related. In the meantime, the Met's immediate concern-as he'd already mentioned-was the safety of the young people who populated the streets, and it was crucial that the message get out to them at once: Adolescent boys appeared to be the target of one or more killers. They needed to be aware of that and take appropriate precautions when away from home.
Hillier then introduced the "two leading officers" in the investigation. Acting Detective Superintendent Thomas Lynley would be heading it and coordinating all previous investigations done by the local stations, he said. He would be assisted by Detective Sergeant Winston Nkata. No mention was made of DI John Stewart or anyone else.
There followed more questions, these about the composition, size, and strength of the squad, which Lynley answered. After that, Hillier deftly resumed control. He said, as if it had just crossed his mind, "While we're on the subject of the constitution of the squad...," and he went on to tell the journalists that he'd personally brought aboard forensic specialist Simon Allcourt-St. James, and to enhance his work and the work of the officers from the Met, a forensic psychologist-otherwise more commonly known as a profiler-would be contributing his services as well. For professional reasons, the profiler preferred to remain in the background, but suffice it to say that he had trained in the U.S. at Quantico, Virginia, home of the Federal Bureau of Investigation's profiling unit.
Hillier then drew the meeting to a practised close, telling the journalists that the Press Bureau would be offering them daily briefings. He switched off his mike and led Lynley and Nkata out of the room, leaving the reporters with Deacon, who signaled a minion to pass out the sheaves of additional information that had previously been determined suitable for media consumption.
In the corridor, Hillier gave a satisfied smile. "Time bought," he said. "See that you use it well." His attention then went to a man who was waiting nearby in the company of Hillier's secretary, a visitor's badge pinned to his baggy green cardigan. Hillier said to him, "Ah. Excellent. You've arrived already," and he set about making the introductions. This was Hamish Robson, he told Lynley and Nkata, the clinical and forensic psychologist he'd just been speaking about to the journalists. Otherwise employed at the Fischer Psychiatric Hospital for the Criminally Insane in Dagenham, Dr. Robson had kindly agreed to be of assistance by joining Lynley's murder squad.
Lynley felt his spine stiffen. He realised he'd been blindsided yet again, having erroneously assumed during the press conference that Hillier had been lying through his teeth about an unnamed forensic psychologist. He went through the motions of shaking Dr. Robson's hand, however, while he said to Hillier, "If we could have a word, sir," in as agreeable a voice as he could manage.
Hillier made much of glancing at his watch. He made even more of telling Lynley that the deputy commissioner was waiting for a report on the conference they'd only just concluded.
Lynley said, "This will take less than five minutes and I consider it essential," adding the word sir as a deliberate afterthought whose tone and meaning Hillier could not avoid comprehending.
"Very well," Hillier said. "Hamish, if you'll excuse us...? DS Nkata will show you where the incident room-"
"I'll need Winston for the moment," Lynley said, not because this was strictly the truth but because somewhere along the line he knew he was going to have to