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fresh air and a change of scene. The sun's shining and there's not a cloud in the sky."
    She was wrong, Eve thought. There was a terrible, dark cloud hovering over them. But Jane's expression was radiant, bold and without fear. Eve felt her own spirits lift as she looked at her. "You're right. It's a great day for a walk." She caught up with her. "But just to the head of the lake. Trevor may not be that eager to see me, but, stiff and proper or not, I'm damn interested in meeting him."
    Ms. Duncan? I'm Mark Trevor." He rose to meet her as she came into the cottage. "I'm delighted to meet you." He gestured to Joe, who was standing at the kitchen bar, before moving across the room with hand extended. "Quinn was telling me what a magnificent reconstruction you did. I can't wait to see it."
    "You'll have to go down to the precinct. Joe took it in this morning. I didn't even get a chance to take any photos." He had a firm, hard handshake and as he met her eyes, she felt a ripple of shock.
    Trevor was obviously courteous but that was as far as Jane's description applied. He couldn't have been more than thirty, was dressed in jeans and olive sweatshirt, and was tall, broad shouldered, and muscular. Every ounce of his body appeared charged with energy. Short, curly dark hair framed an amazingly good-looking face dominated by dark eyes that shone with interest and intelligence. His smile exuded a charisma that warmed and flattered at the same time. Good God, he looked more like a male model or actor than a policeman.
    "I've already asked him for permission to take a look." Trevor took the cup of coffee Joe handed him. "We have our own forensic sculptors that work with us at the Yard and I'm a great fan. They've done some amazing reconstructions."
    "So I've heard." Joe handed Eve her cup. "Where's Jane?" "Playing with Toby. She'll be along. She was right behind me " Her gaze went to the briefcase on the coffee table. "Case histories?"
    Trevor nodded. "But I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed. As I told Quinn on the phone, we have nothing concrete." He unfastened the briefcase. "The killings appeared to be random and we didn't make the similar facial connection until he'd moved out of the U.K. ..." He sat down on the couch. "But please help yourself. You can keep these records if you like. They're copies."
    "You have to have found out something," Eve said. "In this age of DNA no crime scene is sterile."
    "Oh, we have fiber and DNA, but we have to have a suspect for comparison."
    "Witnesses?" Joe asked.
    Trevor shook his head. "One night the victims were alive, the next day they were dead. No one saw them with anyone suspicious. Aldo obviously saw them, stalked them, and then moved in when it was safe for him."
    Eve stiffened. "Aldo? You have his name?"
    Trevor shook his head. "Sorry. I didn't mean to raise your hopes. Aldo is only my name for him. I made it up because after all these years of tracking I couldn't think of him on an impersonal level."
    "Why Aldo?"
    He shrugged. "Why not?"
    "I don't care what you call the bastard," Joe said. "I just want to nail him. The woman in Birmingham was burned to death and the medical examiner says that there are signs that Ruth was smothered. No similarity." He gestured to the files. "What about these women?"
    Jean Gaskin was smothered. Ellen Carter was burned to death. He seems to be fond of those two means of killing his targets." He took a sip of coffee. "However, he doesn't limit himself. Julia Brandon died of a lethal poison gas she inhaled."
    "What?"
    "Presumably forced to inhale. Unusual."
    "Horrible."
    "Yes." He nodded. "And Peggy Knowles, the woman from Brighton, had water in her lungs. She was drowned." He set his cup down on the coffee table. "Aldo's never in a hurry. He allows himself the time to make his kills in the way he's planned."
    "Can't you identify who he's trying to punish by killing these women? Records? Databases?"
    "It would be a needle in a haystack, Eve," Joe