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Bellaver shook his head &039;Anybody can be nicked Maybe not for what they&039;ve done, but for so&039;

That chilled rather than cheered Kate She remembered other policemen with that attitude

&039;Caleb Croft teaches at St Bartolph&039;s,&039; she said, neutrally &039;That&039;s a St Bartolph&039;s scarf&039;

&039;You think Croftie&039;s a drinka pinta nighta hta?&039;

&039;He&039;d drain London dry if he could get aith it&039;

&039;Leaving the eed That didn&039;t seerey e

Was she acting like a Black and Tan? Trying to fit up someone she didn&039;t like even if it meant the real culprit went free? She worried about such niceties That told her she was still herself, still Katie Reed She wasn&039;t (yet?) only the Vaher standard than she expected of the uilty, just that a case against him had to be based on more than prejudice She wouldn&039;t frame him, even if he was the worst vaht have been killed before Carol Thatcher The girls had certainly been exsanguinated within an hour of each other Kate&039;s first thought was feeding frenzy A pack of leeches, battening on the victi Dead, the vas, to initiate new irls would have suffered multiple bites Carol and Laura had only the classic neck punctures Autopsies would have to confirle biter So: one killer, wolfing two victi red thirst Nolan&039;s photos suggested Carol died where she was found Laura was killed so site where she was du the bodies in different places didn&039;t fit the profile of a vaone blood simple Spree-killers weren&039;t hard to catch: they kept tearing into people until they were brought doith silver or the stake Thiswith a cunning, ruthless, experienced e an invitation

In the daytiht of this place

The Super chewed the trailing ends of hisit over

&039;Tell you what, Katie - you go, with the blessings of B Division, and beard the beast in his den If you can ainst Croftie, bully for you&039;

&039;If not, you haven&039;t pissed off a ood reason? It&039;ll have been radicaltree?&039;

Bellaver gave a &039;take it or leave it&039; shrug

&039;I daresay the Diogenes Club could shoulder soo back to school, where will enquiries take you?&039;

&039;Chummy Clive Landseer is an obvious first port of call He sht a tree to bark up as any Fact: he knew both women Fact: he&039;s a new-born vampire Fact: he&039;s an excessive little shit&039;

Kate couldn&039;t disagree Past the doht, she saw the silhouette of a spire St Bartolph&039;s chapel She was being reeled in It was as if that scarf were knotted around her neck