‘Can you get to the point, please, Anna?’ Mike asked.
‘As you know, Langton dealt with the original investigation and in his usual obsessive way wants a result. Some closure for the Jordan family, and I agreed to reinvestigate only if you were happy about it.’
‘Well this is all news to me and, to be honest, it’s sort of pulled the rug from under me slightly. If he was unhappy about the way I’ve been conducting my investigation-’
Anna, wanting to diffuse the situation, interrupted him. ‘Mike, he’s not. He feels that you have too much on your plate running all three investigations together. To ease your workload he wants me to look at the Jordan case and you to deal with Fidelis Flynn and see what similarities we find that may link Oates to their disappearance and murder.’
Mike mulled Anna’s comments over in his mind before replying. ‘Oates thinks I will try and fit him up so independent investigations would help counter that type of allegation,’ he conceded.
‘Mike, you are the senior DCI and it’s your team so I understand if you are uncomfortable with me being here. I want to assist you in any way I can and will do whatever is necessary so that we can work together rather than in any competitive manner.’
‘As you can see my office is tiny with just the one computer terminal.’
‘I know that. I’m quite happy to work in the team office.’
He shrugged, and again she waited for his response.
‘Okay by me, but so far we have been unable to get any admission from Oates that what he said in his original statement about killing two other girls was the truth. He claims he made it up or we are trying to fit him up with murder. I interviewed him this morning at the prison and the reality is I’m no further forward.’
‘Kumar’s representing him, isn’t he?’
‘Yeah, and straight up I can’t stand him. I think he’s schooling Oates but I can’t see why as he’s bang to rights for the murder of Justine Marks.’
‘Which he has admitted to?’
‘Well he’s lying, trying to say it was an accident. I went to the pathology and forensic labs after the prison visit and there’s a load of evidence against him for murder.’
‘Do you think Kumar might go for manslaughter on the grounds of diminished responsibility?’
‘There’s no medical history to show Oates is mentally unstable and Kumar hasn’t asked for pre-trial psychiatric reports.’
‘It’s early days, Mike. If you have evidence against Oates only for Justine Marks then Kumar knows there’s a good chance the CPS may accept a manslaughter plea on diminished.’
‘That’s Kumar and the court’s problem, but if that situation arises…’
Anna pursed her lips and put up her hand to interrupt.
‘What was he like during the interviews?’ she asked. ‘His moods changed. At the station he went from calm to belligerent then visibly anxious, chewing his lip and tapping his foot.’
‘What about at the prison?’
‘He seemed depressed and avoided eye contact until I confronted him about how he knew Fidelis Julia Flynn was an exchange student.’
‘He may not have killed her. He could have met her legitimately and be frightened to say so as he thinks it would implicate him in her disappearance.’
‘You really know how to brighten up my day, Anna.’
‘Sorry, Mike, just being devil’s advocate. If Oates did kill Rebekka and Fidelis then he had to dispose of the bodies somehow, somewhere. If it wasn’t for the uniform officers stopping Oates Justine Marks could have been just another “Misper” statistic.’
‘We know he’s done some work on building sites but where and when is proving difficult to find out. He’s been virtually unemployed for ten years and claiming benefits, so anything extra was probably cash in hand.’
‘Well he can clearly drive so maybe he disposes of his victims locally.’
‘I know that, Anna, but with the length of time since both girls went missing and no confirmed locations it’s like looking for a needle in a haystack. I had a search unit check Hackney Marshes but they found nothing.’
‘Not much to go on then?’
‘You said it.’
Anna stood and picked up her empty coffee cup.
‘You know what Langton always asks me, or used to ask me? He would always want to know what my gut feeling was. What’s yours?’
Mike leaned back in his chair and swivelled from side to side. ‘Well he’s obviously lied about how Justine died. As for Rebekka and Fidelis, why confess to a crime you didn’t commit?’
‘Attention, notoriety maybe?’
‘Then why retract the confession?’
Anna sighed and Mike raised his hands in a submissive gesture.
‘So in answer to your question, my gut feeling is uncertain. If you want to know what I really think about Henry Oates then read the post mortem report and let me know your gut feelings.’
Mike handed the report to Anna as he got up from his chair and went over to the blinds to open them.
‘I will let the team know that you are investigating the Rebekka Jordan case while we concentrate on Fidelis Julia Flynn.’
Mike opened the blinds and noticed that Barbara, Joan and Barolli were huddled together whispering to each other.
‘Do you want to do it together?’ Anna asked.
‘I don’t think there will be any need. These walls are paper-thin and by the looks of it that lot have been eavesdropping our conversation.’
‘Some things never change,’ Anna said with a smile.
‘Bet you’ll be glad of a bit of extra help from Travis,’ Barolli said as Mike entered the main office.
‘It’s DCI Travis, or ma’am, and that goes for you all and yes she will be heading up the Jordan investigation and you will give her your full cooperation as and when she asks for it.’
As Mike Lewis briefed the team Anna went through the post mortem report and murder scene and mortuary photographs. What she saw made her stomach turn as she began to fully understand exactly how Mike felt about Henry Oates. He was a loathsome individual with no shred of humanity, who needed to be locked away for life. In wondering what drove men like Oates to such depravity she realized how little she or indeed Mike and the team actually knew about him.
Anna went into the main office, put her files and briefcase on an empty desk and asked Joan to track down Henry Oates’s ex-wife in Scotland. She then turned to Barbara.
‘Get as much background as you can on Oates. I want you to go back five years. Start with his social security and National Insurance records – any child support, divorce, births; he’s got two children so there has to be something.’
Barbara gave a hooded look to Joan over her computer but Anna was onto it fast.
‘That a problem for you, Barbara?’
‘No, it’s fine by me. In fact Mike had already asked for as much data as possible.’
‘Good. Paul, have you got a full list of all the items removed from Oates’s squat?’
‘Not yet. You want me to get on to the crime scene guys?’
‘Yes. Apart from it being a pigsty, from the photographs it looks to me as if he was a hoarder, maybe kept tokens from his victims, so they need to weed out women’s clothing, jewellery, anything that could link him to the two new cases.’
‘I’ll give them a push to get cracking.’
‘Is Pete Jenkins still at the lab?’
‘Yeah, in fact he’s dealing with our case. You want to talk to him?’
‘Ask him if he could make it a priority for his staff to list and check everything that was taken in. Say I’ll talk to him later today.’
Anna began sorting through the Jordan family statements, thumbing backwards and forwards. Although five years had passed they were, at the time, obviously well off; they had a large three-storey detached house with a Filipino live-in domestic helper, a gardener, and a cleaner that came in twice a week. Mrs Emily Jordan did not work, but had been an interior designer before her marriage to Stephen Jordan, a graphic designer. He had offices in Canary Wharf and often worked from home, using the loft conversion as an extended office. Rebekka, their only daughter, was a day pupil at a private school in Knightsbridge. Her two older brothers had been at boarding school and were not at home when she went missing.