The Red Dahlia

'What make of car was it?'

'Oh I don't know. It was black, very polished, but I don't know the make of it; nowadays the expensive ones all look alike to me, but it could have been a Mercedes or a BMW

Anna opened her briefcase and brought out the sketch of the suspect wanted in the Black Dahlia case. 'Did he look like this?'

Mrs Jenkins stared at the drawing, then frowned. 'I don't think he had a moustache, but yes, sort of thin-faced and with that hooked nose, but still good-looking.'

'When was the last time you saw him?'

'It would have been the day before I left for Bradford, so the eighth of January. He rang their bell. I looked out of the window, saw it was him and then heard her running down the stairs. She slammed the front door, a bit too hard for my liking, and went across the road and got into his car.'

'What time was this?'

'It was about nine-thirty; it was dark. They drove off.'

'Thank you. You have been very helpful. I really appreciate your time. If there is anything else you can recall, I would be most grateful if you would contact me.'

Anna sat in her car and called the Incident Room to relay what Mrs Jenkins had told her. As she finished her call, she saw Sharon hurrying along the road with a carton of milk and got out of her Mini. Sharon could not help but see her.

'Sorry, they cancelled the audition, but we was out of milk so I went to the shop.'

As Anna followed Sharon into the house, she saw the curtains at Mrs Jenkins's ground-floor window flick open and then close.

Sharon sat opposite Anna.

'The night before you went to Stringfellow's with Louise, were you at home?'

'No. I went to see a friend and I bought a dress from her.'

'So you wouldn't know if Louise had a date that night?'

'Not really; she was in when I got back. She was making herself a cup of tea and I showed her my dress. She was upset about something.'

'Do you know what she was upset about?'

'She'd been crying but she didn't say why; just went into her room and shut the door.'

Sharon leaned closer. 'I've got a new flatmate. She's very nice and I've not mentioned anything about Louise or what happened to her; well, she is sleeping in her bed.'

'I understand,' Anna said, without meaning it. 'Can you just run over the night you went to Stringfellow's with Louise?'

'I've told you all about it.'

'Yes, I know. Did you often go out together?'

'No.'

'So this night was unusual?'

'Yeah, I suppose so. She asked where I was going, so I told her and she said she'd like to come along, we'd been there a couple of times before, but not on a regular basis. I've been through all this, you know. Me and Louise were not close friends or anything like that; she didn't talk about herself that much.'

'Not even about this man she was seeing?'

'No, you asked me that before.'

'But you mentioned that you thought he was married.'

'Only because of the way she acted, you know, very secretive; she never even told me his name, so I sort of presumed it was because he was older than her.'

'So you saw him?'

'No, but she said he didn't like her wearing short skirts or skimpy tops; she once said he liked her to look very demure.'

'So on the night you went to Stringfellow's, how did she dress?'

Sharon shrugged. 'She had on her maroon coat, a black dress and high-heeled shoes. She looked nice.'

'Not demure?'

'No, she could look very sexy if she wanted to.'

'Did you think she was meeting someone at the club?'

'I don't think so. When we got there, it was heaving. I knew a few people so she hung around with me till I went off dancing. Then I met up with this guy I knew. I went looking for her, to tell her I was going, but I couldn't find her.'

'She didn't mention that she was meeting this older boyfriend there?'

'No, but maybe she knew he would be there.' Sharon leaned back and frowned. 'You know, thinking about it, she was sort of angry, like she wanted to have a good time to prove something. She spent ages doing her hair, changed her dress a couple of times, kept on asking me what I thought.'

Sharon frowned again. Anna could, as usual, almost see the wheels turning in her brain; then Sharon clicked her fingers. 'I just remembered something. She was standing in the doorway there, hands on hips, and she laughed. Yes! Yes! I remember now: she said, He won't recognise me!'

Anna said nothing.

Sharon patted the table with the flat of her hand. 'That would mean she was expecting to see him there, don't you think? And if he'd had this fight with her, and if he always wanted her to dress like a virgin and she was dressing in the exact opposite way to piss him off, then she was gonna see him!'

'Thank you, Sharon, that's very helpful; and should you remember anything else, no matter how small or inconsequential, please call me direct.'

Anna headed down the stairs to the front door. Mrs Jenkins came out of her flat.

'I've been waiting for you. I've been sitting thinking about everything you asked me.'

Anna waited.

'When I opened the door to him, the man you asked me about, I didn't see his face that clearly, but I remember that on his left hand, little finger, he had a large signet ring. I think it had a cornelian stone; it was quite large. His hand was up and covering his face, you see: that's why I saw it!'

Anna smiled. 'Thank you, that's very helpful.'

Mrs Jenkins beamed, and then folded her arms. 'And there's something else: you remember I said I couldn't remember what make of car he was driving?'

'Yes?' Anna was eager now.

'Well, you should ask the owner of the dry cleaner's across the road, because I saw him bending down to look into the car as it was in the residents' parking bay, so he might be able to tell you more.'

Anna smiled; this was good.

Anna made it back to the Incident Room in time for Langton's update. She listened as Barolli gave details of the mass of CCTV footage that they were checking over from the nightclub. They usually recorded over the tapes covering the outside of the club, but there was extensive footage from the interior security camera. After much persuasion, they had been sent the tapes for the night in question, when there had been a lot of star guests. Barolli said they had not as yet seen any footage of Louise, but they were hopeful.

DI Lewis was next up. He had the report from the forensic lab. They had finished work on the underwear taken from Louise's laundry basket. They had found two different DNA samples, so they would have to request samples from friends and acquaintances and start running them through the database.

Anna gave details of her morning at Sharon's and her disappointment that the dry cleaning shop owner had been unable to give any further details about the car. He said that most nights, there was someone or other parked illegally; it was an ongoing frustration to the residents that there were never enough parking spaces.

It was a depressing briefing, because no matter how much work they were all doing, they were making no progress. Langton reiterated that all weekend leave was cancelled. He was determined to push the case forward.

DAY FOURTEEN

It was eleven-fifteen on Saturday morning when Dick Reynolds called the Incident Room to speak to Langton directly.

'Travis, with me; your boyfriend's got a delivery.'

A package had arrived; as per his instructions, Reynolds had not opened it but had placed it into a plastic bag. They travelled across London to the newspaper offices at breakneck speed, sirens wailing. Reynolds was loath to part with it and said that it might possibly be something for him personally.

Langton snapped at him, holding his hand out. 'We'll let you know, Mr Reynolds, but I am afraid you will have to wait to hear what the contents are.'