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suspect and anything left by him of evidential value.
    As they turned slowly round the side of the house, the first officer stopped dead in her tracks. She smacked the cop beside her in the ribs. He winced and started moaning at her but then stopped too. He could not believe his eyes either. They were looking for a possible weapon or any discarded clothing, not for this, not for a dog that had been brutally slain and a man, presumably the owner, lying dead by its side.
    “What the fuck?”
    “Who the fuck would do this kind of shit? SERG, SERG, COME LOOK AT THIS, you’re not gonna like it!” he yelled out into the night, with a hint of disbelief in his voice.
    The Sergeant turned and came round the corner; his jaw dropped as he took in what lay before him, he rasped his fingers over his stubbly jaw looked to the sky and shook his head at the scene. He had been in the force fifteen years and things like this didn’t happen in Edinburgh. This was more like something out of CSI on the television. He immediately got on his radio and contacted the Senior Investigating Officer, informing him of the disturbing further developments. Numerous cordons were placed round the outer perimeter of the garden, tents were erected to protect the corpse of the man and the body of the dog, preventing the prying eyes of the innocent public as they walked by going about their business in the morning. The man and dog would remain in situ, to allow forensic tests to be carried out on their bodies and the ground around and beneath them.
    Marcus and Taylor arrived at the scene and suited up, putting on white overalls, latex gloves, over shoes and masks - the full works, preventing themselves leaving their own DNA at the scene of the crime. They talked at length with the SIO at the scene and listened as the gruesome details of what lay upstairs were revealed to them. Taylor strode up the stairs, Marcus close behind her, both eager and repulsed to see Susan’s bedroom. Taylor stopped at the door and spoke with one of the scene examiners who was still present, swabbing every sample left behind, fully examining the room, making sure every tiny droplet was photographed and swabbed and its location documented. He informed Taylor that the culprit had boldly and arrogantly left his mark all over the room; blood, sweat, semen, hair and saliva on the floor, the walls and the bed covered with his perverted seed. These were signs of a depraved man with a sense of invincibility, taunting them with his conceited disdainful behaviour. A beast that had brazenly left his mark everywhere, with no fear and a belief he couldn’t be caught, his whole DNA profile left at the scene with no attempt to hide it or remove it from those who would soon be hunting him.
    Taylor stood with Marcus just inside the doorway, both frozen still, statuesque, mouths open in disbelief staring at thebed. Taylor turned to Marcus and exclaimed, “Whoever did this is a totally foul and sinister person, an absolute demon. Just think of what that poor woman went through. It looks like he spent hours here.”
    Marcus replied, “He’s bold as brass. He’s left so many biological samples behind him, it seems that he truly believes that we’re that stupid we won’t be able to catch him.”
    Taylor stared back at the blood on the wall and stated, “We’ll catch him all right. He’ll have missed something somewhere that will help us nail him - they always do, fucking cocky bastard. He’s not getting away with this kind of shit in our city, no way. He makes me physically sick, fucking treacherous coward!”
    Marcus walked further into the room. He crouched down at one of the numbered pieces of evidence. It looked like a bit of flesh on the ground. He looked at Taylor and said, “What a beast, this is one cruel and vicious son of a bitch.”
    The scene examiner turned and told them, “That’s a piece of her neck. It’s covered in saliva, which I’m guessing is his.”
    “I take it