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back?”
    “Definitely the bacon,” Tod quipped.
    “You can go off people quickly you know!”
    “Don’t make me go and eat egg McMuffins.”
    “Heaven forbid,” Gordon frowned and stuck his index finger down his throat. “I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.” He smiled and patted Tod on the back. The other Gordon watched his partner flirting with undisguised distaste all over his face. “Are you having your usual?”
    “Yes please.”
    “Coming up!” Gordon paused and frowned again. “Now why don’t you have a bit of square sausage too?” he asked coyly. “It’s a Scottish delicacy.”
    “Is it extra?”
    “Of course,” he giggled. “We have a pool to maintain you know.”
    “Okay, square sausage it is.”
    “Juice or tea or both?”
    “Is that extra too?”
    “Of course!”
    “Both.”
    Tod couldn’t help but smile as Gordon walked away with a strange wiggle of his hips. If anyone could make a success of a café bar in the sunshine, it was them. One Gordon was an amazing waiter, the second a great cook. He sat back and lit a cigarette, allowing the sun to warm his face. Gordon placed a pot of tea and a glass of juice next to him and he gulped the orange down in one swallow. Unfolding the papers, he scanned the headlines. A sex scandal on Big Brother, financial instability in the stock markets and Muslim against Muslim in the Middle East. Nothing new there. He slurped his tea and speed read the main stories. It wasn’t until he got to page two of the Mirror that the blood in his veins turned to ice. Suddenly he wasn’t as hungry as he thought.       
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER 4
     
     
    Kathy Brooks had her hands on her hips and she was biting her bottom lip thoughtfully. Her auburn hair was tied tightly into a bun where it couldn’t cross contaminate the scene. Her photographer stepped aside to let Annie into the room. The air was rank with the stench of decay. Kathy acknowledged her with a nod and began her summary into a voice activated recorder, which she used to recount the details when she came to typing up her reports. She smiled thinly at Annie without looking up from her deliberations. Jim Stirling stepped into the room and gave a thumbs up signal. He folded his arms and waited for Kathy to begin.
    “Friday morning, second of October. We are at the home of one Jayne Windsor. In the main bedroom we have the body of a young female, age twenty five to thirty five. There is deep bruising and lacerations to the wrists and ankles indicating that she struggled violently against metal restraints. The pattern of the scarring indicates the killer probably used handcuffs.” She took a breath. “She has massive facial trauma. The mandible or lower jaw bone has been removed as have the ears, teeth and facial skin tissue. The nasal bones, orbital surfaces, glabella and frontal bones have been shattered. Blunt force trauma with a heavy object,” she turned to Annie for the first time. “All the phalanges or fingers and thumbs have been severed with a sharp two sided implement like rongeurs or bone scissors and removed from the scene. The body appears to have been redressed in a police officer’s uniform and posed into the shape of a crucifix postmortem. I need to take a good look at the garments to continue my assessment. There is something unusual about them,” she turned to Annie and raised her eyebrows in question.
    Annie nodded and stepped to one side of the double bed, while Kathy went to the opposite side. They bent lower and looked closely beneath the limbs. Kathy glanced at Annie and frowned. “Can you see what I can see?”
    “I think so,” Annie nodded and pulled gently at the material which covered the extended left arm. The material came away easily. “The tunic and trousers have been cut in half and placed over the body.”
    “Then the killer has tucked the material underneath the body to give the impression of her being dressed.” Kathy added. “Can