At0micAndy

Day 6 part 3 “They will need to go to ground Christine.” Bentley was siting backwards on a chair, musing aloud looking at the map on the wall which now included a pin on the far side of the river. “How many do you think ‘they’ are sir? I still am not happy about the murder being the first offence followed by the rapes, and then another rape and murder. It does not sound like the MO of one person. And then Vanessa Hilt is missing, do we presume she is dead, awaiting discovery, or is part of them? Sir?” Christine wanted the benefit of her DI’s experience, his thoughts. She had her own ideas, but did not really want to speak them aloud, not yet.” Bentley twirled the chair around and started to rock back and forth. “Okay, right. Well. Let’s think this through again, but from the perpetrators perspective. You write on the board.” Christine picked up the blue marker and stood waiting his words. “One,” he said, “there is a chemist. Some clever arse has come up with a ne...

Day Six - part 2 “Amanda, you know this area, is there anyone who lives alone, anyone that lives with no neighbours, anywhere we could go and stay for a while?” Vanessa knew that they could not establish themselves if they were on the run, and they could not keep ahead of the police hiding in a pill box. Amanda lay nude in her human form, having just changed back. Eldred was stroking his long finger nails through her hair. Vanessa thought that if she could, Amanda would be purring. “There is old Long John Silver, he was a rock star and fried his brain on drugs. He lives alone in the big old house at Elmore Lock. That is really all I can think of.” Vanessa nodded to herself, yes, she had heard he lived around here somewhere. He had dropped so much acid in the seventies that one day, so they say, he went on a trip and never came back. He fit the bill of a recluse perfectly. “Do you know the way?” She asked Amanda. “We can follow the river trail, it goes past the ba...

Day Six – To Ground “Sir” Christine said as Bentley walked into the office, his Costa Coffee at his lips as he walked. “Morning Christine. What’s new then, has our old boy turned himself in?” “No Sir, ‘fraid not sir, but there has been another body sir.” “Conference.” He didn’t stop at his desk he just walked straight into the conference room, which by now was the unofficial centre for the hunt for the serial rapist. DCI Hart had indicated at the end of yesterday that results need to come in soon, or the case would have to be escalated. Bentley had until the end of today, and if no further progress was made, then the CPO wanted it referring to the Serious Crime boys. Bentley had shrugged, he doubted anyone could have done more than he, and putting more people on the case risked it getting out into the public. And then there would be panic. He new the Chief, he liked things to be kept quiet, indoors so to speak. Bentley took his Costa Coffee into the conference room ...