Authors: Louise Phillips
Tags: #Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, #Thrillers & Suspense, #Crime, #Suspense, #Crime Fiction, #Thrillers
‘Just one other thing, Ellie.’
‘Yes.’ I feel the tablets kicking in quickly.
‘In this photograph …’ He holds up the one of me and Amy, the one taken the year before we went to Wexford. ‘You look happy in this picture, Ellie.’
I look at the woman in the photograph, and again I wonder where she has gone. I don’t know who she is any more.
‘Yes.’
‘Who took the photograph, Ellie?’
‘Andrew.’
‘Joe’s brother?’
‘Yes.’
‘Did you love him?’
‘I thought I did.’
Dr Ebbs hands me the copybook, this time holding my left elbow as he leads me to the door. He calls one of the new nurses. She tells me her name is Sinead, like it should make a difference. She seems kind. I don’t mind her taking me to my room. At least now, I know I will sleep.
IT HAD BEEN OVER AN HOUR SINCE THE BULKY motorbike courier with his glistening black helmet had pounded up the pebbled pathway of Kate’s home, a large brown parcel covered in protective plastic under his arm. Kate had spread the photographs out like a mismatched carpet across the study floor, grabbing the desklight down beside her as she knelt to examine each one in detail. The images revealed themselves like an old movie playing out slowly, each of them somehow intimate in their silence. She checked again that the study door was locked, shutting out the world outside and keeping the horror within, safe from her son.
As she studied both sets of photographs, it was clear that the girls’ similarities were more glaring than their differences: both were beautiful, both young adolescents, both covered with a sprinkled layer of clay, like a second skin. Kate went back to the photograph with the gleaming crucifix. There was something about it that bothered her: what was it? The clothes – Caroline’s school uniform and Amelia’s jeans and tracksuit top – although at odds, could be distanced from how both girls looked, but the crucifix on Caroline, being so close to the plaiting and the ribbons, didn’t make sense. He was crafting them, she was sure of it, turning them into an image that was important to him. So why leave one with a crucifix, and one without?
Kate looked down to both girls’ hands, their small, delicate fingers intermingled, looking almost like stone. Standing back from the photographs, something else struck her. It was as if both girls were
kneeling, reminding Kate of stone guardian angels you would see in a graveyard, erected in memory of the dead. Once the connection was made, each time she looked at the images, Kate kept seeing the very same thing.
When she heard Declan putting his key in the door, she opened the door of the study and went out to them. Charlie was asleep on his dad’s shoulders, exhausted from the park. Declan put his index finger up to his lips, signalling for her to keep quiet. As she still hadn’t finished her report, Kate was relieved to see her son asleep. Declan went in the direction of Charlie’s bedroom and she left him to it, slipping back into her study to finish the report.
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It was past nine o’clock by the time she was ready to phone O’Connor. Everything in the report had been composed based on logical reasoning, but there were other elements that had crept into her mind over the course of the evening, elements she couldn’t include, not yet.
Report on the Murders of
Caroline Devine and Amelia Spain
Compiled by Dr Kate Pearson
Crime scene characteristics:
Location: Dublin Mountain Zone.
Contrasting site characteristics:
(Site A)
(Site B)
Cause of death:
Injuries to victims:
(Caroline Devine)
(Amelia Spain)
Positioning and observation of victims:
Abduction:
Inferences (behavioural factors):
Conclusions:
***Likelihood of repeat killing – HIGH***
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The phone only rang twice before O’Connor picked up.
‘O’Connor, Kate here.’
‘Just about to phone you.’
‘The report’s ready.’
‘Good, Nolan’s been on my case.’
‘Can we meet? There are a couple of things I’d prefer to talk through with you face to face.’
‘Sure. Where?’
‘Near here, if possible.’
‘I could call up.’
‘No don’t do that. Charlie’s asleep. I’ll meet you in Slattery’s.’
‘Give me ten minutes.
HE FOUND THE HOUSE EASILY USING GOOGLE MAPS. He was already familiar with the street, having passed through it many times before. Research was vital. Getting to grips with the exterior, grounds front and back, connection and proximity to surrounding dwellings, streets and laneways, were all part of the preparation process. He was pleased the rear of the house had a large garden, with access to a laneway running along the back of the houses, and those opposite. Each house had a side entrance, connecting front and back of the property accessible at ground level. So much could be done from the comfort of your own home, and he wanted to get all the external factors about her location firmly in his mind before making his next move.
It was dark by the time he left Meadow View, but the darkness always pleased him. He loved the night, drifting through it, almost invisible in his black running gear, avoiding streetlights, slipping easily around corners, sliding from one street to the next. There was a special hum tonight, cars passing, making a swishing sound as their tyres embraced the damp tarmac, raised voices from a basement flat causing his head to turn, a cat rummaging in a bin. They all converged in the symmetry of the night. The roads became quieter as he neared her street. He moved with ease, having learned over time the art of being unseen.
The streetlights bounced off the wet concrete, showing the tentative beginnings of black ice. As a boy, he had found the dark to
be an adventure, offering him insights into many things that daylight could not. He had a natural boyhood curiosity, often going from place to place unnoticed, well after he’d been sent upstairs. ‘Go along up, darling, and read some of your books’, ‘William, it’s time for you to go upstairs’, ‘Mommy is entertaining, run along now’. He was something to be dismissed, the list of prompts as endless as the nights. He didn’t mind going upstairs, preferring his room to spending time with her and whatever male companion she’d chosen to replace him. Most of them let him be, but those who didn’t, with their pathetic efforts at being friendly, irritated him more. When it came to the many male guests his mother entertained, he was well aware that neither they nor his mother wanted him as part of their enjoyment.
He was glad he’d decided to go out running. Running wasn’t normally one of his night-time pursuits, but he’d made an exception because of the necessary timing of events. When he left Meadow View, he did so with two destinations in mind, and neither had a lot to do with healthy exercise.
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The first thing he noticed was the open window on the first floor, at the side of the house. There was a light on in the room, but the blind was down. He wasn’t sure which level she lived on, but it wouldn’t take him long to find out. The small gate was ajar, so he moved quickly into the front garden. There were lights on in the top-floor apartment, too, so he stood back in the shadows, a large laurel hedge giving him all the protection he needed. He looked at the windows in the basement apartment; a latch hadn’t been pulled over on one of them. Some people were far too trusting. It often surprised him that others didn’t think the way he did. He’d been amazed at the number of times he had found it nearly too easy to break into places. Often, there would be an open or an unlocked window, or the occupants
might leave a door ajar while they put out their rubbish, or went to talk to a neighbour.
Sometimes, as was the case with the Devines, the lights would be left on upstairs when the curtains weren’t pulled. The second time he’d seen Caroline, he had made the decision to follow her home, knowing he could check everything out on Google Maps once he had an address. Her home wasn’t far from the swimming pool. It took him no time to return later that night, in the dark. The Devines never left unlocked windows or doors, but by leaving their curtains open upstairs he could watch and wait. He was a patient man. Caroline would do her homework each night by the bedroom window, looking out onto the canal. Sometimes, if he got lucky, while she was there she would call a friend on her mobile or she’d go on the internet with her laptop, all of which meant he could watch her for longer. He had watched people like this before, all sorts. Once, he’d watched a family for months. They’d intrigued him, they’d always seemed so happy. In the end, he had tired of them and moved on to more interesting subjects. When it came to peeping into windows at night, the early dark evenings proved very handy.
The act of breaking in still excited him as much as it had always done, and that night was no exception. He knew this was her place, he had seen her coming out of it before. All he needed to do was establish which floor she lived on. It wouldn’t take him long to check out the intercom system and get his bearings before making his house call later.
The name Cassidy on the middle buzzer threw him initially, before remembering her husband’s surname, proving once again how vital research was in these matters. The fact that Kate lived on the first floor meant an opportunity to demonstrate his dexterity and agility, which was at its peak from summer months spent hiking and hill climbing. Although keeping agile and being fit were important, ensuring swift and easy movements meant success wasn’t just in the agility, but in the keenness of the eye.