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.They seem to be linked, at least in death.' By now they'd reached the perimeter fence.Hobson put the buckets down.'You said earlier the killing this morning could have been someone staging an attack to resemble a panther.'Jon cocked his head to the side.Come on then smart arse, what was I implying? He watched as Hobson pondered what to say.'I've been working for some time now on the theory that there is more than one Alien Big Cat living in the Peak District National Park.The locations and almost simultaneous killings of sheep, that sort of thing.I don't believe it's a human you're hunting.'No, you probably don't, thought Jon, but that's not going to stop me searching.'Thanks for your help.'Hobson let him through the gate and he walked back to his car, got inside and rubbed his face with the palms of his hands.Come on Jon, think.What's going on? Should more of the investigation focus on Hobson? He removed the evidence bag from his pocket and held it up.The collection of hairs inside stuck to the plastic, some crossing over each other as if arranged in an archaic code.What will you tell me? he asked himself.A car appeared at the edge of his vision, crossing the car park and coming to a halt in the far corner.Carmel Todd got out and set off for reception.What the fuck was she doing here? Is this a pre-arranged meeting or have you just received a call? He remembered the radio on in Hobson's office.The man could easily have heard the news and rung her.He waited until she'd gone inside, then started his car.His mobile went off.Eagerly he glanced at the screen, but his wife's name wasn't showing.'DI Spicer here.''Jon, it's Rick.You need to get back here.''What's happened?''Danny Gordon has been found in a squat on the OldhamRoad.''Yes! Is he being taken to Longsight?''No, the MRI's mortuary.Officers at the scene reckon he's been dead a good five days.'Jon sat back in his seat.Five days? That meant it was impossible that his prime suspect was the killer.'He's dead?''Suicide.There's a note with the body, it puts Peterson right in the shit.''Where is this squat?''Head towards the city centre on the Oldham Road, it's the last tower block on your left just before you hit Great Ancoats Street.You can't miss the place, it's a total eyesore.''I'm on my way.' As he dropped the phone on to the passenger seat behind him, the thought burrowed back to the front of his mind.Where the hell is my wife?Twenty-NineJon got there forty minutes later.A uniform waved him into a lay-by on the opposite side of the road to the ugly building.A barrier of blue construction site hoardings had been erected round the base of the derelict premises.Judging by the volume of graffiti covering them, they'd been there for quite some time.Rick stood waiting in the gap where one panel had been removed.'You looked fucked, mate,' his partner cheerfully announced.'Thanks.''How's Alice?'Jon shook his head in reply.'By the way, I've stepped down from trying to head up the investigation.Summerby's assuming responsibility.''Probably not a bad thing.You've got other things on your plate.''Yeah well, your position on the team is unaffected.I guess you're just lumped with me.''Perfect.We're still in the thick of it, but now the pressure's off.'I wish, Jon thought, turning to the building that loomed over them.'This looks a nice place to live.'The overgrown grass surrounding the tower block was littered with debris.Segments of window frames, panels of formica, squares of plywood.Sprinkled over everything was a generous amount of broken glass.All the windows at ground level were covered by metal plates, those on the first and second floors by chipboard.But many had been kicked out and, from the third floor up, no windows or even frames existed.Looking up, Jon could see the ceilings of the higher flats, only bare plaster and wires where lights had once hung.A sign on the side of the building announced, If any incident occurs in connection to this property, call Secure Holdings.He read the phone number, wondering how long ago the company had gone out of business.'People actually live in here?' he asked as Rick led him to a side door, the metal panel covering it bent back.'Quite a few.They're all in the main foyer giving statements.According to the housing inspectors who found the body, the building was first taken over by a bunch of art students.There's no leccy or gas, but the water's still connected, so they weren't shitting in buckets.They held a few wild parties, then the local vermin cottoned on.It soon descended into crack dens and all the rest of it [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.They seem to be linked, at least in death.' By now they'd reached the perimeter fence.Hobson put the buckets down.'You said earlier the killing this morning could have been someone staging an attack to resemble a panther.'Jon cocked his head to the side.Come on then smart arse, what was I implying? He watched as Hobson pondered what to say.'I've been working for some time now on the theory that there is more than one Alien Big Cat living in the Peak District National Park.The locations and almost simultaneous killings of sheep, that sort of thing.I don't believe it's a human you're hunting.'No, you probably don't, thought Jon, but that's not going to stop me searching.'Thanks for your help.'Hobson let him through the gate and he walked back to his car, got inside and rubbed his face with the palms of his hands.Come on Jon, think.What's going on? Should more of the investigation focus on Hobson? He removed the evidence bag from his pocket and held it up.The collection of hairs inside stuck to the plastic, some crossing over each other as if arranged in an archaic code.What will you tell me? he asked himself.A car appeared at the edge of his vision, crossing the car park and coming to a halt in the far corner.Carmel Todd got out and set off for reception.What the fuck was she doing here? Is this a pre-arranged meeting or have you just received a call? He remembered the radio on in Hobson's office.The man could easily have heard the news and rung her.He waited until she'd gone inside, then started his car.His mobile went off.Eagerly he glanced at the screen, but his wife's name wasn't showing.'DI Spicer here.''Jon, it's Rick.You need to get back here.''What's happened?''Danny Gordon has been found in a squat on the OldhamRoad.''Yes! Is he being taken to Longsight?''No, the MRI's mortuary.Officers at the scene reckon he's been dead a good five days.'Jon sat back in his seat.Five days? That meant it was impossible that his prime suspect was the killer.'He's dead?''Suicide.There's a note with the body, it puts Peterson right in the shit.''Where is this squat?''Head towards the city centre on the Oldham Road, it's the last tower block on your left just before you hit Great Ancoats Street.You can't miss the place, it's a total eyesore.''I'm on my way.' As he dropped the phone on to the passenger seat behind him, the thought burrowed back to the front of his mind.Where the hell is my wife?Twenty-NineJon got there forty minutes later.A uniform waved him into a lay-by on the opposite side of the road to the ugly building.A barrier of blue construction site hoardings had been erected round the base of the derelict premises.Judging by the volume of graffiti covering them, they'd been there for quite some time.Rick stood waiting in the gap where one panel had been removed.'You looked fucked, mate,' his partner cheerfully announced.'Thanks.''How's Alice?'Jon shook his head in reply.'By the way, I've stepped down from trying to head up the investigation.Summerby's assuming responsibility.''Probably not a bad thing.You've got other things on your plate.''Yeah well, your position on the team is unaffected.I guess you're just lumped with me.''Perfect.We're still in the thick of it, but now the pressure's off.'I wish, Jon thought, turning to the building that loomed over them.'This looks a nice place to live.'The overgrown grass surrounding the tower block was littered with debris.Segments of window frames, panels of formica, squares of plywood.Sprinkled over everything was a generous amount of broken glass.All the windows at ground level were covered by metal plates, those on the first and second floors by chipboard.But many had been kicked out and, from the third floor up, no windows or even frames existed.Looking up, Jon could see the ceilings of the higher flats, only bare plaster and wires where lights had once hung.A sign on the side of the building announced, If any incident occurs in connection to this property, call Secure Holdings.He read the phone number, wondering how long ago the company had gone out of business.'People actually live in here?' he asked as Rick led him to a side door, the metal panel covering it bent back.'Quite a few.They're all in the main foyer giving statements.According to the housing inspectors who found the body, the building was first taken over by a bunch of art students.There's no leccy or gas, but the water's still connected, so they weren't shitting in buckets.They held a few wild parties, then the local vermin cottoned on.It soon descended into crack dens and all the rest of it [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]