Cold as Ice (33 page)

‘Any mention of having tried a bit of weird sex stuff like asphyxiation on any of them?’

‘Give me chance, it’s not the kind of question that rolls off the tongue. I’m trying to meet up with a couple of the women on their own, get them really talking. There’s
a coffee tomorrow morning with Selena, the one helping me catch up on my course. What’s the plan about interviewing college friends regarding Emily Styles’ death and Danielle’s
disappearance? If Christian is Hawk he will be expecting it. He’ll know we’ve made the connection to the college. It won’t seem right if no one comes to interview.’

‘Yes, but not too soon. I can’t risk scaring him off. I’ll contact the college tomorrow and ask for names and addresses of their friends on the list. Who’s the one to
talk to there?’

‘Yan Stevenson. He’s the one they all seem to connect with.’

‘Okay. Good work, Ebb. Glad you’re back in the flat. How’s pretend Archie?’

Ebony rolled her eyes. ‘You’re such a slushy bloke, Guv. Archie Two is not as cute as the real one but he smells a lot better.’

Carter laughed.

The Heath was still dark at seven a.m. the next morning. There was a dampness in the air and the snow was patchy on the grass. Janet was out jogging. She hadn’t been to
the Heath since the morning she’d found the body. She kept to the paths. She would never get over the sight of the dead woman in the copse but she had to try and get her life back. She passed
another jogger, didn’t recognize him. His woolly hat was pulled down over his ears.
Good body
thought Janet. She couldn’t see the face properly. His eyes met hers and she
smiled. He looked about to speak but then jogged on. She began thinking about a route where she might bump into him again.

Hawk ran around the corner and up over the brow of the hill, then he veered left along a side path that he knew would take him down to the pond. He knew every inch of the
Heath. He ran on the spot and waited until he heard the jogger’s feet on the path, coming his way, then he ran into her path and, just before he reached her, he tripped and landed on his
hands and knees. He laughed, embarrassed.

‘Are you okay?’

He heard the feminine voice and felt warm breath on his face as she bent over him. He felt her body next to his and her hand on his back. He got onto one knee, shaking his head and smiling.
Halfway up, level with her, he grabbed her and smothered her mouth with his hand as he dragged her back into the bushes. He took out the flask from his pocket and poured petrol over her head and
shoulders.

Janet heard the screams. She looked up towards the brow of the hill and she saw a raging flame light up the sky.

Tracy was giving Jackson his breakfast when the phone rang.

Back in his office Robbo was waiting for her to answer it. He, too, was surprised at the early morning call.

‘Morning, Tracy.’ Hawk’s familiar deep voice rolled out.

Tracy didn’t answer him.

‘Morning, police team listening in.’

Robbo held up his hand for Pam to stop typing so that he could listen better.

‘Bowie, Carter, Vincent? Who else? The press conference was interesting. I know you’re full of tricks. But you’ll have to get up early to catch me out. Some of us have already
been out jogging this morning. I’m getting bored with always being one step ahead of you imbeciles. But, I intend to take another victim. This last one I take will be my
pièce de
résistance
. Every drop of pain will be extracted. This one will be written in the history books and you’ll remember it personally, Mr Robinson.

‘You have the power – you said to me, Tracy. Yes I have. I can choose who lives and dies. You have disappointed me Tracy. You’ve caused me to become a little hasty. I will not
be rushed. This is my game and my rules. But you have entered my game from the sidelines. You have become part of the play. I now control you just as I do your daughter. I have your life in my
hands. I can kill you when I choose.’

Tracy dropped the phone.

Robbo didn’t move. The office was silent.

Ebony fired up the laptop and made herself breakfast of a Pot Noodle. Robbo was waiting for her. She sat on her sleeping bag and opened her laptop.

‘How’s it going, Ebb?’ Robbo’s face was in the corner of her screen.

‘Good, thanks,’ she said between mouthfuls.

‘I see you’re keeping up your healthy eating regime?’

‘Yep.’ She lifted up the pot towards the webcam at the top of her screen and tipped the last of it into her mouth.

He watched her flip open the top on a can of Coke; she crossed her legs and frowned at the screen as she read her messages.

‘You looking at your Facebook?’ asked Robbo. He pushed down the plunger in his cafetière.

‘Yeah. I can’t believe how some people’s whole life is on Facebook.’

‘If you really were a single parent living in that high-rise hell, you’d thank the heavens for Facebook,’ he said.

‘Yeah, you’re absolutely right. I couldn’t have made this many contacts on the courses this quickly without it.’

‘Right. Today I’ve sent your friend requests out to thirty more people who are connected with the course. I’ve seen a lot of photos of Christian on other people’s pages.
He seems to be the male student everyone has a photo with.’

‘Yes,’ agreed Ebony. ‘Although on his own pages most of his pictures are with his daughter.’

‘Although he does have pictures on his page of him with Emily Styles and Danielle Foster – he’s there in photos even if there are no obvious couple shots. Do you know much
about the way he lives? Does he go to the gym?’

‘Yeah – he runs. I know because he told me. He also told me he makes a good living from playing online poker.’

‘Entrepreneurial,’ said Robbo, drinking his coffee. ‘I’ve checked him out. He travelled a lot at one time. He ran a bar in Thailand; he’s been a roadie for a rock
band. Before he came to North London five years ago, he was the manager of an online exotic pets store based in Brighton.’

Robbo sat back in his chair and looked at her.

‘Do you think you’re getting anywhere with him, Ebb?’

Ebony took a drink of Coke and thought before she answered.

‘Yes. I think he goes for the new girl every time. I just happen to be that. I don’t think it’s hard to get somewhere with Christian. I talked to one of the girls that knows
him well but I need to talk to one of his exes to find out what he’s really about.’

‘Keep vigilant Ebb. Keep your wits about you. Never relax. Never presume it’s safe.’

‘Of course.’

Robbo came off the phone and opened a new pack of Haribo’s. He pulled out the jelly rings and lined them up on the top of his keyboard. He thought about what was best for
Ebony now and the job she had to do. From now on he wouldn’t share all the information with her.

Carter came into Robbo’s office.

‘Did you hear the phone call?’

Robbo nodded. ‘Did you listen to it?’

‘Yeah, and earlier this morning a woman was attacked, petrol thrown in her face and she was set alight – it happened fifty metres from the spot where we found Pauline Murphy.
It’s got to be Hawk, he spelt it out for us,’ said Carter. ‘He said he’s been jogging.’

‘Did anyone see him? Did we get a description?’ Robbo asked.

‘Not from the woman who was attacked. She never saw his face. No one else has come forward. What’s he doing, Robbo?’

‘He’s showing us he’s all-powerful.’

Carter hung his coat on the hanger by Pam’s desk and loosened his tie. ‘It’s almost like he’s a bit bored and wants to see how much trouble he can cause. And, Robbo? He
mentioned us by name in the call.’

‘Yes . . . he saw you at the press conference. He could have found me as the crime analyst assigned to MIT 17.’

‘He could have and he did. He randomly sets fire to two people and he promises a
pièce de résistance
. He’s escalating till even he can’t control
it,’ Carter said.

‘We need to concentrate and stay calm and focused with this. Our panic will feed his ego. I’ve decided it’s better we don’t tell Ebony any more than necessary.’
Carter was nodding in agreement. ‘We need her in there more than ever but we don’t need her to be scared witless.’

‘I agree. But I wish I’d never said yes to her going undercover.’

‘We have to bring this to an end fast. This is the only way now. Ebony has to make it work. Everything we can do to help her is vital.’

Carter looked up as Jeanie came in the office. She had heard the news.

‘You all right, Jeanie?’

‘Yep – let’s get on with it and catch this bastard.’

‘Christian Goddard.’ Robbo turned the screen to show what he was looking at to Jeanie.

‘Alias Mr “I have a passion in my pants and I’m not afraid to show it”. He must consider it his best feature; he’s obviously keen on showing it off. He sent this
picture to Ebony. We just got hold of his phone records. He had some recent conversations with Danielle Foster. It looks like she phoned him on the day she went missing.’

‘Who else did she phone?’

‘A number that isn’t registered and it’s out of service now.’

He turned the screen so Carter could see the photo.

‘That puny thing?’

Carter winked at Pam, who hid a smile as she turned and busied herself at her desk.

‘Must be,’ answered Robbo. ‘Because he sends this and another twenty or so pictures just like it to all the women he knows. He texts pure filth to just about anyone. Goes way
beyond sexting.’

‘Interesting,’ said Carter. ‘Does he get it back?’

‘Yeah, he does. A lot of the time anyway. Danielle was pretty good at it actually. Before her, Emily could have knocked Fifty Shades of Grey right off the top off the bestseller list. She
wrote whole scenarios. Very talented,’ said Robbo.

‘Any of the texts get into violent stuff?’

‘No. Some smacking, bondage, humiliation. But no violence.’

‘There’s some things don’t translate well into text speak,’ said Jeanie.

‘So – do we think he’s capable of more?’ asked Carter.

‘Narcissistic, sex addict. Anyone who thinks only of themselves is capable of seeing things very differently to the rest of us,’ answered Pam as she looked over her bifocals at
Carter. Carter looked back in mock offence.

‘Huh . . .?’ said Jeanie, shaking her head as she caught the conversation. ‘Narcissistic sex addict – got you down to a T, Carter.’

‘Very funny. What do we know about Goddard’s background?’ he asked.

Pam went back behind her desk and clicked onto her screen.

‘Christian Goddard: aged thirty-three.’

‘So he’s older than he looks?’ said Jeanie. ‘And he’s dating much younger women.’

‘Yeah, but they’re not teenagers,’ Carter chipped in. Jeanie gave him a semi-hostile look.

‘What? What is it with the women in this room and me?’ Carter lifted his left hand. ‘I am innocent till proven guilty.’

Jeanie turned her attention to Pam and ignored Carter’s theatrics.

‘What have you found out?’

‘He dates all ages,’ said Pam. ‘According to his text messages he’s even had a few flings with the older members of staff in the college and two receptionists.’

Robbo had been waiting to speak. He sat back and rocked in his chair as he lined up the Haribo jelly men in a row.

‘He may not like himself or others, especially women,’ he said. ‘But he is a man who sees through people. I think, somewhere along the way, he’s had his trust broken.
Someone’s let him down badly so he puts on a front to the world, that’s why he can look behind other people’s masks. That’s the kind of partner he craves, someone who is as
deep and complicated as himself. He wants them but, at the same time, he wants to destroy them.’

‘You get all that from looking at a photo of his cock?’ asked Carter, shaking his head and rolling his eyes.

‘He preys on the most vulnerable: women who have a history. They’ve been hurt, messed about, often suffered physical abuse, and he understands that enough to entice them in. He knows
what they’re looking for and he gives them just enough to con them into trusting him.’

Carter and Jeanie left Robbo’s office together.

‘I have to go and see Tracy.’ Jeanie wanted to go. She had stood too close to Carter for too long. It was beginning to feel like they were a couple again. ‘See you later,
Dan,’ she shouted back over her shoulder as she left him in the corridor outside Robbo’s office.

‘Wait. How’s it going apart from the phone calls?’

‘It’s getting fraught. She’s not Superwoman. I want her husband to come back home to support her now. Security-wise I think it makes sense. I don’t know what you think
about that?’

Carter was nodding. His eyes were soft as he stared at her. Jeanie realized he hadn’t added anything to the conversation.

‘Dan, are you listening to me?’

He shook his head. ‘Sorry.’ Carter turned on his heels and walked away down the corridor. ‘Leaving the Dark Side for half an hour – I need air.’

After Breakfast Ebony pushed pretend Archie to the shops on the edge of the estate as soon as the kids had gone to school and the estate had calmed. She made sure the
doll’s face was hidden. If anyone asked she was going to say the baby had chicken pox. She spent an hour on Facebook when she got back. She confirmed Selena’s invitation for coffee
– it was changed to one instead of eleven. As she was about to sign off Yan came on line.

‘I do. Can you spare the time? It would be great just to chat through my options’.

‘Options are my speciality. What about coffee this afternoon at three in the café opposite the college?’

‘Sounds good. I appreciate it. Thanks.’

Ebony signed off with a smiley face :-) She heard a message come through on her phone.

Yan added
: ‘I have texted you my number in case you change your mind.’

Ebony picked up her phone from the floor beside her and read the message. She was just wondering how he got her number.