She shook her head; but then wished she hadn’t disturbed the sensitive membranes that pounded against her forehead.
Lightweight; at least she’d made it in.
‘Ah, Jackie, there you are.’ The familiar voice of DCI Angers penetrated her senses.
She looked up. ‘Guv?’
He seemed engrossed in picking out a sweet from a paper bag. ‘The chocolate ones are best,’ he said. ‘Do you want one?’
She gulped back the nausea. ‘Err, not right now, thanks.’
He pocketed the bag, and perched on nearby desk-top. ‘I want you to go and get a photo-fit from the Georgina tom ... take Reilly with you.’
‘I thought DI Hemming ...’ she stopped when he waved an arm at her.
‘He’s following up leads in the Bristol prostitute’s murder. DNA matches our killer; so it’s now included in Operation Venus, and the DCS has made that a priority.’
‘No you don’t see.’ He looked at his watch.
‘They’re holding a press conference right now. You can guess what Tania Simpson would make of it.’
Time to be quiet. Let him talk. ‘Yes guv.’
He didn’t seem interested in discussing it further. He delved back into his bag of sweets, and looked surprised to see her still seated.
‘Well, chop-chop. I haven’t got all day to sit around and gossip.’
Jackie tidied up her files, and then went to find Reilly. Not that he took much finding; he was bent over his computer, seemingly concentrating on a mass of statistics being churned out.
She pointed at the screen. ‘Anything interesting?’
‘Not a lot. I’ll show you.’ He switched screens and increased the volume. Jackie peered over his shoulder, and watched a video of screaming seagulls dive-bombing what looked like the landfill site.
‘That, Jackie, is my snog under the mistletoe ... remember?’
She did. DCI Angers alternative Xmas present. ‘That’s it then?’
‘Err ... not quite.’ He glanced around, and kept his voice low. ‘I’m going to splice a couple of minutes of some sexy action at the beginning to get him hooked ... maybe put a bit more in the middle, and end. Forty minutes of seagull crap with five minutes of Vatican action.’
She clapped him on the shoulder. ‘Brilliant.’
‘Yeah, I thought so too.’
‘Well sorry to have to drag you away from your work, but we’re going to see a witness ... I need a realistic photo-fit of a suspect.’
He looked pleased. ‘Great, I can test out my new software.’
She put on her DCI Angers impression. ‘Come along then, chop-chop. I can’t stand around gossiping.’
He laughed – and then powered down his new laptop, picked it up, and followed her out.
While Georgina’s recollection of Danny Boy was vivid, it didn’t translate to the screen. They were sitting in her kitchen drinking tea, and Reilly was demonstrating his photo-fit talents; but to no avail. The initial version could have been a vicar; the second any Joe Blogs, but the one they finally ended up with did match the description in the interview file.
Jackie repeated the question. ‘Does this look like him?’
Georgina shuddered. ‘Much closer.’
‘But not quite there?’
‘It was his eyes ... they were cruel ... and then the expression when he came back from Jasmine’s room.’ She plucked a tissue from her sleeve and wiped a tear away. ‘He is evil.’
Reilly shrugged. ‘Sorry ... this is the best we can do.’
Jackie could see that Georgina was becoming upset. The terror was still raw. ‘Okay, Georgina, you’ve been a great help.’
Jackie studied the photo-fit. Imprinting the image into her brain.
Who are you? Where are you?