See That My Grave Is Kept Clean: DS Hutton Book 4 by Douglas Lindsay

Author:Douglas Lindsay [Lindsay, Douglas]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: crime thriller Scottish Glasgow police procedural serial killer
Publisher: Long Midnight Publishing
Published: 2019-11-03T16:00:00+00:00

28

WE’RE SITTING IN THE small room we’ve set up for the investigation. Just Taylor, Morrow and me. Taylor has cleared the whiteboard on the middle of the front wall and written simply: The first one didn’t quite work out the way I intended, so I had to do it over. That’s all.

None of us are sitting down, we’re not in a teacher/pupil formation.

‘So what could it have been that didn’t quite work the first time round?’ he says. ‘What’s different this time?’

Well, we may not be sitting in your classic teacher/pupil formation, but clearly our business is going to be conducted along those lines, except in this case the teacher doesn’t know any more than the pupils.

Maybe that’s usually the case. I certainly thought it often enough. Especially with that prick Herring.

Concentrate!

‘On Tuesday he shut down the line,’ says Morrow. ‘Caused massive disruption, all day. This time it looks like he went out his way to make sure that didn’t happen.’

‘Yep,’ says Taylor.

He writes disruption on the board.

‘However,’ says Morrow, just before either Taylor or I say it, ‘he would surely have known on Tuesday it was going to cause disruption when he pushed someone onto the line in the first place. It was never not going to cause disruption.’

Taylor adds a question mark.

‘The same goes for the driver knowing what happened,’ I say. ‘This time the driver didn’t realise he’d killed anyone, but again, when our guy pushed someone in front of the train, the driver was always going to see it.’

Taylor writes driver unaware, again adding the question mark.

‘This victim is a young girl,’ says Morrow, ‘but again, the previous one obviously wasn’t, so that surely wasn’t an example of it not working out right.’

Taylor writes young girl, again without comment and again adding the question mark.

He clips the lid back on the marker pen, taps it against the fingers of his left hand.

‘This one was much more visceral,’ I say. ‘I mean, there was a lot more blood, if not the actual viscera.’

Taylor unclips the lid again, writes blood on the board. This time there’s no immediate question mark.

‘That could be it,’ Morrow says straight away. ‘I mean, he would have expected there to be blood the first time, wouldn’t he? Someone pushed in front of a train, you’d think that’s going to be pretty grotesque, yet she kind of bounced off.’

‘She did,’ says Taylor.

Another moment, then he looks at the two of us, away from the board. A small, hopeless movement of the shoulders.

‘Why would he want there to be blood? Why would it be a problem if there wasn’t any blood? Enough of a problem he’d need to go to all the trouble of killing someone else?’

Morrow doesn’t have anything. I immediately start thinking of Clayton. Could this really have been him? Taylor and I were with him yesterday evening. While we came back to work, and I ended up slinking home and drowning myself in wine and porn, did Clayton immediately head out and

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