He’s a natural, it’s so lovely to watch him with her. They’re going to share such a special bond as she gets older. She’ll have him wrapped around her little finger, I would bet my life on it and it’s so sweet. Night Morgan.
Morgan smiled to herself. The women in her team were outstanding, they worked so much harder than the guys without even trying, and just look at the results they were getting. This meant that the net was closing in even quicker. If she could identify this Adam G tomorrow, speak to the secondary school all three Williams sisters attended, to see if they could give her any more information, then, hopefully, a name and his print matched the one on the murder weapon, that would make the evidence concrete. They could get an arrest team together and throw his sorry arse into prison for good. No more women or men would be at risk from the sick bastard and that was worth all the exhaustion any day of the week.
FORTY-THREE
Morgan filled Ben in on the news from both Wendy and Amy on the drive into work.
‘Why didn’t you wake me up and tell me?’
‘What would you have done? You were dead to the world. I didn’t have the heart to disturb you. We can focus on it today. We both needed a rest last night. If the partial print Wendy got off the knife matches the profile of someone whose first name is Adam and his surname begins with G, then we’re homeward bound. I want to do some digging around myself if that’s okay with you, before I get tasked with anything else.’
They were walking across the rear car park of the station, Morgan having to almost jog to keep up with him. The news she’d shared had renewed his purpose. He paused and looked at her. ‘Yes, of course, do what you need to do. Could it be that simple?’
‘Yes, I don’t see why not. Let’s think positive for a change.’
‘It’s a long shot though, isn’t it?’
Morgan squeezed her eyes shut for a second, then exhaled. ‘Well, it’s better than nothing, Ben, have we got anything else?’
‘No, sorry. You’re right, I want you to crack on with this line of enquiry.’
Stan and Bigfoot were in the office already when they walked in. Morgan didn’t even look at Ben who stormed across and flung open his office door, letting it slam behind him. She waited for the computer to come to life then began typing frantically.
‘Morning to you too.’
‘Oh, sorry. Morning, Stan.’
‘Anything going on we should know about? The pair of you look as if you’re on a mission.’
She shrugged. ‘Wendy found a partial print on the blade; there’s just a couple of enquiries.’
‘Finally, something tangible to work with.’
She smiled at him. ‘Yes, hopefully it won’t turn up to be a dead end.’
Ben’s door opened. ‘Stan, a word, please.’ It wasn’t Ben who was beckoning him over though.
He rolled his eyes in Bigfoot’s direction and pushed himself up from his desk.
‘Yes, boss.’
Morgan looked back down at the Facebook profile for Lauren Williams that had loaded onto her screen and went to the About Me page. Bingo, there it was in beautiful, block capital letters: ALFRED BARROW SECONDARY SCHOOL. It didn’t ring a bell with her, the name wasn’t familiar, but she did a quick search and wanted to scream at the computer screen. Alfred Barrow Secondary School was now Alfred Barrow Health Centre. Screwing her eyes shut she took a deep breath. Opening them again she searched for Jonathan, but his page was devoid of any information about anything, though as she went through his very short friends list, she felt the blood begin to pump around her body much faster, as a surge of adrenaline kicked in. Adam G’s page loaded and Amy was right: it was a terrible picture of Tutankhamun’s sarcophagus for his profile picture. The last post was over five years ago and that had been sharingabout someone’s lost dog. There was nothing personal on there whatsoever. No posts about holidays, complaining about work; the general stuff most people write on Facebook just wasn’t there.So, you made yourself a Facebook profile to spy on your victims, did you?Morgan whispered to the screen. She checked his friends lists and neither Lydia, Lauren nor Lynsey were on it. He’d been planning this for a long time, which was why he was so good at what he’d done. He’d had five years to work this all out. It was premeditated, this wasn’t some spur-of-the-moment mental breakdown. He was likely responsible for the car crash that killed Mr and Mrs Williams too. This was cold, calculated and up to now executed perfectly. She paused, almost perfectly, as he had slipped up and left them a partial. It was only a matter of time before she had him in cuffs.
Morgan’s phone rang. ‘Hey, Cain.’
His voice was breathless, on the verge of hysteria.
‘Something’s wrong, I’ve just got home, and Angela isn’t here. I can’t even smell her perfume and there’s always a hint of it lingering in the air because she sprays herself so often.’
‘I thought she was with a friend?’
‘She was only meeting her for lunch, not an all-night bender. I need to put a missing persons log on.’
Morgan put him on speaker so Ben could hear. Ben answered. ‘Cain, I’ll do that and we’re on our way to yours, okay.’
Cain’s voice was barely a whisper.
‘I slept at Amy’s, what if something awful has happened to her?’
