The image of Henley’s husband Rob, booking his train tickets to Manchester Piccadilly popped in her head. ‘Work,’ she said. ‘If Stanford and Eastwood don’t find any more similar cases in North-West England then I’m thinking that whoever we’re dealing with may have moved down to London for work.’
‘That’s a bit of stretch,’ said Pellacia.
‘I don’t think that it’s a stretch at all,’ said Henley. ‘They could have moved down here for work or followed a partner whohas moved for work. If Eastwood and Stanford don’t find any more cases north of the M25 then I think it’s safe to assume that whoever is responsible has set up base in London.’
‘Fair enough,’ Pellacia conceded as he shuffled in his seat. ‘How about the elephant in the room? The scalping.’
Henley brought up the photographs of the injuries on each of the victims onto the smartboard.
‘Oh god,’ Copeland said, putting her hand to her mouth. ‘That’s horrific. I had no idea.’
‘No, you wouldn’t,’ Henley replied. She picked up a marker and added Nathan Hall to the victim board. ‘Obviously we need to see the full investigation file for Mantell and Hyoo.’
‘Five victims,’ said Pellacia.
‘Fivetargetedvictims. I’m not including Graham Ashcroft. He wasn’t a target. He just got in the way.’ Henley paused. ‘I think we need to bring Mark on board.’
‘Who’s Mark?’ Copeland asked as Pellacia shook his head no.
‘Mark is a criminal profiler,’ Stanford intoned monotonously.
‘Dr Mark Ryan is a forensic psychologist and a consultant for the SCU,’ Henley said sternly. ‘We need him to explain the motivation behind the scalping. It’s extreme and I’ve never seen anything like it before.’
‘Forensic psychologist, criminal behaviour analyst. Whatever you want to call him, it’s all a bit woowoo. You don’t need a degree to tell you why a madman is killing people,’ Stanford gave his well-rehearsed speech.
‘We’ve used him on a number of cases where the case circumstances and the MO were unique,’ Henley explained.
‘We won’t be using him on this one,’ said Pellacia. ‘We can’t afford him.’
‘I’ll call in a favour. He’ll do it for me,’ Henley said.
Ezra walked into the room with a smile on his face. Henley quickly tapped the screen and turned it blank.
‘I have— you’re new?’ Ezra asked, pointing his laptop in Copeland’s direction.
‘I’ll explain later. What is it?’ Henley asked.
‘The phone company finally came through with the cell site report for Fox-Carnell’s phone and I’m done with the Soteria data,’ said Ezra. ‘Can you turn on the smartboard please.’
‘Because I know you lot like pictures, I’ve got a map,’ Ezra said proudly. ‘These are Fox-Carnell’s movements. After she left your house boss—’
‘Left your house. What does he mean?’ Copeland asked.
‘Carry on, Ez.’ Henley turned her back to Copeland.
‘Her phone and tracker places her at New Cross Gate at 6.04 p.m. and at London Bridge at 6.12 p.m.. I’m assuming she goes on the tube because her phone connects to a phone mast and her tracker places her thirty-five minutes later at 6.47 p.m., Colindale tube station,’ Ezra continued.
‘She’s got a little more than two hours before her curfew kicks in,’ said Ramouter. ‘So where does she go?’
‘I think she’s walking because the tracker information next places her at Colindale Park. She doesn’t move for about thirty minutes. It next tracks her to the Co-op on Colindale Avenue.’
‘Stanford, I need you to get hold of the manager for that branch. We need details of CCTV and anyone who was working there at that time,’ said Henley before turning back to Ezra. ‘Where did she go after that?’
‘Her tag and her phone next place her near Mornington Close but that’s where the information ends,’ said Ezra. ‘Whoever was receiving the monitoring information was able to switch it off.’
‘I’ll find out which council covers Colindale and see if they’ve got CCTV available for the area,’ said Ramouter.
‘Thank you. There’s one more thing. Is there any way that you can check if the monitoring information for anyone else was being diverted?’ Henley asked Ezra.
