Criminally Insane (3 page)

DS Alec Ramsay pulled on the handbrake and switched off the engine. His silver BMW smelt of leather polishes and air freshener. It had been valet cleaned the week before at a carwash staffed by Eastern Europeans. They had done a good job, and he had been impressed until one of them had offered him cocaine. He had tipped off the Drug Squad, and they had watched the place for three days before swooping in on a raid. The police had arrested four of the staff and interviewed the owners for employing illegal immigrants. The owners had closed the business the day after. It was a shame because it had been the cheapest carwash in the area. He would have to find another one. Such was the price of drugs, but they were everywhere he looked nowadays. The city was swamped with stuff fuelling a rising crime rate and leaving a swathe of destruction in its wake. Statistics showed that eight in ten homicides were attributed to drugs and the drug trade.

There were two police cars and a mortuary van parked side by side outside a single storey industrial unit. It was a grey prefabricated building with a corrugated iron roof, sloping at a gradient towards the river. The concrete render was decayed and crumbling, exposing the breezeblock beneath. Green patches of mould and damp snaked up the exterior of the unit and weeds had forced their way through the tarmac forecourt. The river was five hundred yards away down the hill. An assortment of similar factory buildings lined the road leading to the water. There was a faded sign hanging loose above the metal shuttering, but years of exposure to the elements had rendered it unreadable. The huge Anglican Cathedral standing further up the hill dominated the skyline, a gothic sandstone titan surrounded by residential properties. Alec looked at the clock. He had promised Gail that he would be home within the hour. She hadn’t sounded happy but then she rarely did lately. It was his doing. His work was always his priority. Alec checked the time again and sighed as he opened the door and stepped out into the cold sea breeze. The wind was blowing off the Irish Sea and it cut through his clothing with ease. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets and jogged across the road to the unit.

A uniformed officer lifted the crime scene tape as he approached. He had a white safety mask over his nose and mouth to keep out the cloying smell of death drifting over from the building. There was no sign of the press yet, but it wouldn’t be long before they turned up.

“The smell’s that bad, eh, George?” Alec said as he ducked under the tape. He made a point of calling the uniformed police by their first names whenever possible.

“Worse, sir.” The constable sounded muffled. “She’s been in there a while.”

“Were you the first officer on the scene?” Alec wrinkled his nose.

“Yes, sir,” he pointed to his patrol car. “I was eating my breakfast around the corner when the call came in.”

“Well, I hope you finished it,” Alec smiled.

“I did, sir, but it came straight back up when I saw her,” the officer nodded toward the factory unit. “Don’t worry, I threw it up out here.”

Alec patted his arm as he walked by him and stooped beneath the roller shutters. The investigating officers had left it open at waist height to allow the crime scene officers easy access. The smell of rotting flesh became much stronger as he straightened up on the other side of the shutters. Engine oil stained the concrete floor and holes pitted the walls where screws and fixings had once lived. A few strong thistles poked through the cracks in the floor, a reminder that Mother Nature is constantly trying to reclaim what we have taken from her. Will Naylor waved from the back of the unit. He stood with the SOCO, the scene-of-crime officers, and Dr. Graham Libby. Behind them hung the remains of the poor soul that had brought them to this isolated place. From this distance, it barely resembled a human being. She reminded Alec of the smoked hams he had loved when he had holidayed in Spain. Thinking about the holiday reminded him that he had to go home to his wife.

As Alec approached, the men turned from their work to greet him. They were dressed in white paper suits and blue plastic overshoes. Will gave him a mask to help cope with the putrid stench coming from the corpse. Alec placed it over his nose without speaking but the sickening smell clung inside his nostrils, and he knew it would stick to him for days, no matter how many times he showered. Alec often toldfriends that there was something about the smell of rotting human flesh that made it linger, usually at the dinner table, on the odd occasion when he and Gail entertained ‘her’ friends. She called them ‘their’ friends, but Alec hardly knew them at all.

“Alec,” Graham said in greeting, while the superintendent inspector climbed into his suit. He was always short and to the point. “This is a bloody mess, excuse the pun.”

“Doc,” Alec took in the scene as he spoke. “What do we know?”

“The corpse is hung upside down from an anchor ring, fixed to a metal rafter,” the doctor began. The rafters were open and supported the corrugated roof. They had been painted pale green once, but now rust blistered the metal and orange was the predominant colour. A heavy black chain dangled from the ring, a hook its end which threaded through the ropes binding her ankles together. Oil and carbon crusted the chain.

“It is an engine block tackle,” Graham nodded to the ring and chain. “I think it was here already, back from when this place was a vehicle radiator specialist.”

“What do we know about her?” Alec circled the hanging corpse. The ropes around her ankles cut deep into the swollen mushy flesh. The body was black and blue with contusions, the head swollen beyond recognition. Rats had eaten away some of her flesh and gnawed, yellowed bones were exposed in places. Congealed blood caked her long auburn hair. There was a pool of various bodily fluids beneath her where her body had begun to decompose.

“The body is that of a female aged between twenty and thirty five at a guess.” The doctor pointed to her mouth. “I am guessing her age from the condition of her teeth. I think the cause of death was shock and haemorrhaging caused by these wounds here at the wrist.”

There were deep cuts on the back and chest and shallower wounds around the nipples and thighs. The wounds were blackened with age and maggots wiggled in them, feeding on the flesh. The left hand was missing and the doctor pointed to the stump.

“The hand was removed with a saw of some description and, unfortunately for her, it was removed prior to death. The killer applied a tourniquet to stem the blood loss. I can’t be sure, but I would say the tourniquet failed. I think the blood loss from this injury was probably the final straw.”

“Any sign of the hand?” Will asked. If it was available and decomposition wasn’t too advanced, there was a chance that they could print it while the SOCO worked. Will was making an effort to keep things between himself and the doctor professional, but there was a look of distain on the scientist’s face whenever he asked him a question.

“No, it’s not here,” the doctor shook his head, dismissing the question without looking at Will. “If it is, we haven’t found it yet.”

“Could we be looking for a trophy hunter?” Will thought aloud. The scene had all the markings of a serial murder from television forensic shows. He had read several textbooks on profiling and he relished the opportunity to use the knowledge he had gleaned from them.

“I’m not sure we should be thinking trophy hunter just yet, inspector,” the doctor said. He looked at Will and shook his head as if his theory was ridiculous. “The chances are the rats have had it.”

Dr. Libby wasn’t a fan of Will Naylor, nor was he a lover of profiling. He preferred to follow the evidence as it appeared to him, rather than painting a picture of a suspect and trying to make the pieces fit that profile. Investigating officers had made too many mistakes in the past by bringing profilers into their case.

“Is there any evidence of sexual assault?” Alec circled the corpse again.

“I think so, but again, until I get her on the table, I can’t be sure. None of the knife injuries were inflicted to her female organs, so for now I’m thinking that this was either punishment, or maybe just for fun.”

“Nice,” Will said. This wasn’t the first woman to be tortured to death by a deranged killer. He had seen a few in his years on the force. “How long has she been here, Doc?”

“It’s difficult to say because it’s cold in here, which could have slowed down the decaying process. The fact that the killer left the body to hang means the air has circulated around the flesh, causing it to dry out. Her body has gone through several stages of putrefaction. Hypostasis or lividity begins about four hours after death; in this instance it is all in the head and torso because the red corpuscles have sunk to the lowest part of her body. The body is stained and starting to distend so it’s at least a week, but definitely no more than two weeks, even with the temperature taken into account.”

“How can you be sure?” Will frowned. He asked as many questions as he could, which annoyed some people, but the doctor loved to show off his forensic skills. They didn’t get on, but the doctor was good at his job.

“There are maggots in these wounds here. They are third stage bluebottle larvae and they become flies within twelve days.” Dr. Libby grinned. “These little beauties are still wriggling.”

Alec nodded in agreement. He was piecing the evidence together in his mind. The scene consisted of far more than just a mutilated corpse left hanging in a disused building. Something terrible had happened in this unit, and it had happened to more than one victim. The evidence was all around them.

“What are you thinking, guv?” Will asked.

“There is a significant amount of blood underneath her, but there are other pools over there and they look older,” Alec looked to Graham for his thoughts.

“I agree, Alec.” The doctor nodded his head, his watery eyes looking towards the victim. “There’s no way this woman had enough blood to create several pools of this size. Until I get the results I’m assuming there were other victims at some time in the past.”

“What makes you think there was more than one attacker?” Alec asked.

“Look here.” The doctor walked behind the hanging body. “There are two sets of footprints in the blood and when we measured them, they turned out to be different sizes.”

“What happened here?” Alec frowned and the creases in his face deepened. He looked more like the celebrity chef he shared his name with every day.

“What about the chairs?” Will asked.

There were two wooden chairs placed near to the freshest blood pool. Blood stained the arms and the seat pads were wet and smelt like a latrine.

“I’ve taken swabs from the seats and we’ll test them, but my nose tells me they are stained with urine and faeces.” The doctor looked over his glasses.

“Someone was either tied up there for a long time, or they were so scared they wet themselves?” Alec grimaced. “There are footprints here probably belonging to a victim, because they were not wearing shoes.”

“There are none next to the other chair,” Alec pointed out.

“No, and that is the most concerning thing about the whole scene,” the doctor’s face darkened.

“Why?” Will asked. “What are you thinking?”

“I think we have a conundrum. I’ll know when the DNA comes back. It could be hers, but something tells me it isn’t.” The doctor smiled, but it was a sad smile.

“Come on, Doc, spill the beans,” Alec prompted him to carry on. The doctor only smiled when he was being clever.

“Look here.” He pointed to a dark patch at the front of the seat pad. There was another dark patch on the floor underneath. “This smells of urine. From the position on the seat pad and the staining on the floor, I think a man secreted it. The female urethra is much further back in relation to this stain.”

Alec raised his eyebrows as he thought about it. The doctor was right. The staining was at the front. The stains indicated that the chair had had a man tied to it. “Okay, I’ll buy that.” Alec moved closer to the second chair. “What about this one, what is bothering you, Doc?”

“There are no footprints in the blood here but the seat pad is still stained with secretions.”

“So what?” Will asked.

The doctor raised his eyebrows and frowned again. “Someone was tied to this chair but their feet did not reach the floor.”

Alec felt a cold shiver touch his spine and his stomach tightened. “Even a small adult would touch the floor with their feet.”

“Exactly,” the doctor nodded slowly.

“A child?” Will felt stupid for not seeing it earlier.

“Well done, inspector.” Dr. Libby said. “You got there in the end. Look here.”

They walked away from the hanging corpse and the doctor knelt down near a cone-shaped marker. “There are tyre tracks everywhere, as you would expect, but these are fresher.”

“The killer brought a vehicle in here?” Alec followed the marks towards the shutters with his eyes.

“We think so,” the doctor nodded. “Now look here.”

Alec and Will looked at each other in shock. They were processing the evidence, trying to make sense of what they were seeing. “That means they were taken away from here alive?” Alec said.

“Maybe,” the doctor was hesitant. There were footprints near to the tyre tracks. Small footprints, smeared in blood. “They were probably carried from the chair and then put down on the floor here while the attacker opened the vehicle door.”

“How long will it take for the preliminary results?” Alec asked. He had seen enough for now. They had a missing child and a dead woman to identify, and a vicious killer to catch.

“The bloods will be back tomorrow and the DNA within a few days if we work flat out.”

“Will, have we got a list of missing persons yet?” Alec turned to walk away. The stench of decay followed him. “Why haven’t we heard about a missing child?”

“Smithy is collating all missing person reports we can access,” Will followed Alec. “It should be on your desk already, guv.”

“Okay, cancel all leave and call the team together. I want a full briefing when the blood reports come in.” Alec knew he would have to go straight back to the office. His mother-in-law and his wife would have to lunch without him. It would cause tensions at home, but he had a job to do. He walked out of the unit and thought about calling home, but he decided that he could do it later. He took a deep breath of fresh air through the mask. Alec took off his mask when he stepped outside and breathed the sea air deeply into his lungs. It couldn’t erase the fetid stench of putrid flesh. The sea breeze cut through his clothing and chilled him to the bone.