The Red Dahlia

The stripped cellar smelt of disinfectant. Some of the stone flags had been raised, others removed. There were empty hooks where the various equipment had been hung up. 'Down here he could do his dirty tricks; he was even filming himself: there was a very good camera and video equipment. We've literally hundreds of videos; you need a very strong stomach to watch them.'

They were shown the dismantled sink and drainpipes, and McDonald described how they forensic team had unclogged the drains. 'Poor chaps were masked up for hours; it was obviously where he had drained your victims' body fluids. We know now from the DNA results that much of the blood was Louise Pennel's.'

They stood silently as McDonald lifted a grid to show them the ventilation shaft. It felt like they had been down there for a very long time; as they returned into the hallway, Anna checked her watch. It had only been twenty minutes, but it was such a sickening monologue, that they were all desperate to get out into the fresh air.

McDonald spent some time with Langton checking over the lists as Anna and Lewis walked round to the front of the house. She looked up at the gables and the latticed windows, and stepped back onto the grass verge. The disgusting nature of what had been carried out inside this elegant Tudor house made Anna shudder.

Lewis was standing on one of the steps, staring at the manicured lawns and flowerbeds, the clipped hedges and statues. 'How the hell did he do it? I mean, for Christ's sake, the place was swarming with SOCO teams, forensics teams and he just fucking walks out and disappears? How could they not have noticed?'

'I suppose with what was going on, you never know, he could have picked up one of their white paper suits, pulled a hood up and he was just one of them.'

'Yeah, I guess so; they did leave a big box of them at the front door.'

Langton came out to join them and they went over to the barn and the stables, McDonald giving yet another lengthy monologue on what they had removed. The sewer pipes had been dug up and were visible in some areas. It would take a lot of work to make sure everything was returned to how it had been found.

It was after five when McDonald left them to return to London. He had become enthusiastic again when he had shown them the priest holes; they were, as he said, only in the oldest section of the house. One was behind a large chimney; it must have been hideous, as it was such a small airless space. The second was at one end of what was now used as an extra dining room. The panelling slid back to reveal the hidden room: it had been filled with old boxes and broken picture frames. The third one that had not been listed was at the opposite end, close to the gabled windows.

Langton spent some considerable time making sure he had all the details and then he thanked McDonald who took off in an old Range Rover that was caked in mud.

Anna was standing by their patrol car when Justine rounded the driveway from the stables. She was wearing jodhpurs and carrying a riding hat. She glanced towards Anna, raising her crop in acknowledgement. 'Do you know how long it will be before they all clear out and get the place back into order?'

'No, I don't.'

'It's dangerous, you know, leaving those pipes and trenches. If we get a heavy rain, it'll be a bloody river of mud and sewage.'

'Have you moved back in?'

'Yes, I'm taking over the stables. We may go and live in the cottage: we've been told that has been cleared, but there's a whole load of areas we are not allowed to go into.'

'We?'

'Yes, my sister's here.'

'How is she?'

'Well, still very dodgy upstairs, but she'll be okay; she's started to eat, thank God!'

Justine went into the house after scraping her boots on the iron grid. Anna waited a few moments and then followed.

As she walked down the hall, she heard gales of laughter. She paused, listening, then continued into the kitchen.

Mrs Hedges was at the Aga with a pan of soup; the long pine table was set for three people. Above the Aga there was an old pulley with rope attached to wooden slats, where some clothes were drying. Emily was trying to haul them up and fasten the rope to a hook on the wall; she laughed as she tried to disentangle herself from a pillowcase that had fallen from the slats onto her head. Mrs Hedges made a grab at the rope to help Emily, who was fooling around as one item after another dropped from the rails.

'I said let me do it, but you wouldn't listen. Now look, we've got a pair of knickers in the soup!'

Justine tickled Emily, who collapsed into a chair as Mrs Hedges hauled up the pulley and tied the rope.

They all froze as Anna appeared in the doorway. 'Just to say we're about to leave.'

Mrs Hedges returned to her soup, and Emily curled up in a big old motheaten easy chair close to the fireplace.

'How are you, Emily?'

'Fine, thank you.'

Justine washed her hands at the sink and then turned, drying them on an old tea towel. She gave a sly glance to Emily, and then tossed the towel aside. 'Well, I was right, wasn't I? You never did get him. I told you, didn't I?'

Emily lowered her head and put one hand over her mouth. Anna thought she was about to cry.

'Goodbye then,' Anna said. As she turned, she caught Justine giving an admonishing look to her sister.

'Not funny, Em. It's not funny at all!'

Langton was sitting in the front seat of the car, impatient to leave. Lewis was in the back, the passenger door open for Anna to get in beside him.

'I've just been in the kitchen. Emily's there.' Langton grunted as she slammed the door shut. They drove round the horseshoe drive and headed down the path towards the overhanging trees.

'They were laughing and joking; well, Emily was laughing.'

They fell silent as they continued the drive. Suddenly Langton hit the dashboard. 'Stop the car!' He turned back to Anna. 'Say that again?'

'Say what?'

'You said they were laughing and joking, right?'

'Yes.'

'What else?'

'Well, Justine said that she had told me we would never catch him, and Emily started to giggle.'

Langton took out a cigarette and tapped it on the dashboard. 'Now, I may be nuts, but that bastard scared the hell out of those girls, right?'

'Yes; well, Emily more so than Justine.'

'And Justine brings Emily back knowing that their father has escaped, right?'

'Yes.'

'Brings her back to the place it all happened.'

'Well, it's her home.'

'No: she hadn't been living there; she said she would never live there, that she hated him, yes? Yes?'

'Yes!'

'Okay: one, they don't know where he is, right? I mean, he could walk back in.'

'Yes, but the consensus is he's long gone.'

'But they found his passport, so that means he could still be in the UK; that he intends to use the girls to help get him abroad, whatever, yes?'

Anna shrugged. 'I suppose so, but he also could have had other passports, and we know he's rich as Croesus.'

Langton swivelled round to face them both. 'You said they were laughing. Emily, a child he molested, tortured and Christ knows what else when he operated on her?'

Lewis was staring out of the car window.

'It doesn't make sense to me; does it make sense to you?'

'What exactly?' Lewis said, yawning.

'That they are sitting in that house, cooking up dinner, laughing and joking!'

Anna glanced at the bemused Lewis and back to Langton. 'They have to fucking know something we don't!'

'Like where he is?' Lewis asked.

'Exactly; he has to have made contact.'

'You think he might have done a deal with Justine? She's taken over the place, and she's running the stables. I mean, she told me that was what she had always wanted, to run her own stables.' Anna was picking up on Langton's energy. 'She was also asking me about when all the clearing-up would be done. Do we still have the place under surveillance?'