Earthly Delights by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Allen & Unwin Pty Ltd

Name

Sex

Age

Origin

Date of OD

Place of OD

Alive?

Collins, J

M

19

Frankston

19th

King Street

no

Hughes, M

M

18

Abbotsford

20th

Spencer Street station

yes

MacDonald, S

F

17

Toorak

22nd

Calico Alley

yes

Venetti, G

M

19

Carlton

23rd

Spencer Street

no

Nguyen, T

M

15

Springvale

25th

Flinders Street station

no

Udall, H

F

18

Footscray

26th

Hardware Lane

yes

Trench, S

M

16

South Yarra

28th

Treasury Gardens

no

Daniel looked at me over the printout. ‘You have a gift for organisation,’ he said. ‘There is one pattern which leaps out instantly.’

‘He skips a day,’ I said. ‘He, she or they skip a day, I mean. I wonder what they were doing on the 21st, 24th and 27th?’

‘Indeed. Not much connection between the victims, though. Not on the face of this.’

‘Well, it must be something other than where they came from. They are all pretty young. I reckon this creep or creeps might hang around the stations, though.’

‘Possibly because the victims do too.’

‘We need to talk to the survivors,’ I said.

‘I will try to find Suze tonight. She might talk to me if I can pay for her time. I must leave you now, ketschele. Keep the window locked and grease that balcony rail, and do you know, I think I’m falling in love with you. How do you feel about that? I mean, hypothetically?’

‘Hypothetically? Very positive,’ I said.

‘Good,’ said Daniel. He kissed me on the throat, and left. And I went firmly to bed. But instead of visions of sugarplums, visions of victims danced in my head and it was quite a relief when the alarm clock went berserk and I realised that it was four am and instead of being dead of a heroin overdose at the age of sixteen, I got to eat breakfast, drink coffee, and do the baking. Horatio must have thought the same, for he wolfed down his breakfast with unusual appetite and even accompanied me downstairs for the rat count and breakfast with the Mouse Police.

It was to the happy whoofling of feeding cats that I started my dough hooks and whistled while I worked.

When I opened the door there was Jase. Relatively clear eyed if dirty as to clothes. ‘Help you with the baking for a shower?’ he asked. He whipped inside very smartly and I wondered if the Blues Brothers man was after him again.

‘You aren’t getting anywhere near my bread with those fingernails,’ I said firmly. ‘I’ll lend you a gown again. Scrub those hands,’ I yelled after him as he retrieved his towel and gown from the dryer where I had left them and dived into the shower. Puffs of steam and the scent of ginger shower gel inspired me to make gingerbread muffins this morning. And a good if fiddly job for those clean hands was called ‘cutting up the crystallised ginger’, after which he would need another shower. But we had endless hot water and Jase wouldn’t shrink if he had two showers in one day.

By the time he came out I had done the dry muffin mix. Jase put his clothes in the washer and started it. He showed me his hands, front and back. They were scrubbed almost raw. Then he tied his gown around him tightly, rolled back his sleeves to the elbow, and began chopping up crystallised ginger.

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