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them but then that was the trouble; lunatics often tended not to look or act like lunatics. How many rapists and killers had subsequently been described by their neighbours as, ‘A quiet man who kept himself very much to himself’? The ugliness of evil was nearly always hidden, just waiting its chance or its trigger.
    Little appeared every inch the academic, something under five feet seven according to the police height scale he stood against. He had a mop of frizzy hair, narrow sloping shoulders, a thin waspish looking face, perhaps suggesting petulance or even arrogance, thought Steven and wore small, metal-framed glasses to complete an image that could have been taken from the Hollywood drawer marked, ‘assorted boffins’.
     
    Steven skimmed through the information that Rose Roberts had included in the file about Little’s work and had to admit to being impressed. Unlike so many proposed research projects these days, which were little more than cleverly worded attempts at extracting grant money from the research councils in order to keep their proposers in a job, it sounded as if Little’s work had a real chance of success. It made the man’s conviction and imprisonment all the more tragic.
    Little had been thirty-five at the time of the trial; he would now be forty-three, maybe forty-four. He had been married with two children, both girls, who would now be thirteen and ten. They had lived in the same village as Julie Summers, after moving out there from rented accommodation in Edinburgh where they’d been living since their return from the states. This had been in the summer of 1992 when a large, comfortable, family house had come on to the market.
    It was difficult not to think that Little had had everything going for him at the time of the murder. He had a job he loved, the recognition of his peers, four million pounds in research grants and as much autonomy to apply them as he could ever have hoped for. He had a wife, two kids and a nice home and he had thrown the lot away because . . . he needed the body of a schoolgirl.
    It seemed incredible but Steven knew well enough that, where sex was the driving force, logic and common sense often went out of the window. It was something that had been documented time and again throughout history. You could be President of the USA and still think that a quick blowjob was worth risking your place in history.
    Steven noted that a police psychiatric report had found Little to be uncooperative and aggressive but had found no evidence of personality disorder save for his continuing insistence of his innocence and a reluctance to even contemplate his own guilt.
    Little’s wife, Charlotte, had divorced him within a year of his conviction and had subsequently severed all links with him. She had moved with the girls away from the district and was last known to be staying with her parents in Cromer in Norfolk. She had recently declined an invitation to take part in a Channel 4 documentary about the suffering experienced by the wives and families of convicted killers.
    Steven referred again to the supplementary file on Little and saw that his academic record was outstanding. From humble beginnings as the only child of an insurance agent and a nursery nurse, he had gained a first class degree from Edinburgh University in medical sciences, and a subsequent D.Phil. from Oxford with a thesis entitled, ‘Mammalian Cell Differentiation, Cause and Control’. He had gone on to carry out post-doctoral research on transgenic mice at UCLA in California and then come back to do a second post-doc at the University of Leicester in England before returning to the States to join the so-called brain drain with a move to Harvard where he took up a tenure-track position in the spring of 1990.
    After two years however, his wife had become homesick and he had succumbed to pressure to at least consider a move back to the UK. Rumours on the scientific grapevine had led to him being offered the job at