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Computer Crimes unit operated out of. The rooms themselves were below canal level, and smelt like it.
    Everything was buzzing: computers, people, air.
    Smit had commandeered the whole unit, telling them to drop everything and get on with scanning the CCTV on the hard drive Tanya had brought in. So far no one had been able to make another sighting of the man who’d shoved the homeless woman in front of a train.
    The homeless woman who’d been having a conversation with someone on a brand-new phone.
    She’d remembered the phone halfway to the station and called Piet, getting him to check on it. Unregistered, and all the incoming calls were from a blocked number, came the response. And there were no outgoing calls at all.
    It was all too weird. Nothing was making any sense.
    And the thing was, she needed to get away, hand this over to someone else.
    I’ll try and get Smit to reassign it
, she thought.
    ‘I’ve got something,’ said one of the computer team. Tanya rushed over and looked at the screen.
    ‘Upper right corner. It’s kind of blurred, but the time would be about right.’
    Tanya watched as a figure wearing a baseball cap, jeans and a dark jacket dropped off the end of one of the platforms and ran across the tracks, and then off screen.
    The image was low-res and in black and white. But even so, the word on the back of the man’s jacket was clear.
    POLITIE . Police.
    ‘Okay, let’s get a map of the station up, we can try and trace him back from this,’ she said as Smit stepped into the room.
    I’ve got to get him to give this case to someone else
, Tanya found herself thinking.
    ‘What have we got?’ he asked.
    She told him.
    ‘Virtually nothing then,’ he said when she’d finished.
    He was famous for making his inspectors feel like everything was their fault.
    ‘I’ve also got people working on the phone, the blocked calls I told you about?’
    Smit just grunted, then glanced round the room. ‘Let’s have a word,’ he said jerking his head towards the corridor.
    Once outside the room Smit closed the door.
    ‘You contained this at Centraal?’
    ‘The guy who operated the CCTV saw it. I impressed the need for secrecy on him, and I took the hard drive it was saved on to.’
    ‘So it’ll probably be on the news already. You know what parasites journalists are,’ he said, checking the watch on his pale hairy wrist. Tanya noticed a thin gold chain she’d not seen before. ‘Probably the only reason no one’srung me about it yet is they’re all over this other case. Some fucking lunatic running around taking people’s heads off, then tweeting about it.’
    ‘I heard. Jaap’s on that one, isn’t he?’ said Tanya just as her phone started ringing. It was the phone company. She glanced at Smit, who nodded.
    ‘Where have you got to?’ she said into her phone.
    ‘It’s going to be tricky, the calls came from the Internet,’ said the young-sounding woman.
    ‘So can you trace them online?’
    ‘Not really our kind of thing, we haven’t got the expertise here.’
    They just don’t want to get involved
, she thought.
Can’t blame them really.
    ‘Hang on,’ she said to the woman and covered her phone. ‘Have we got people who can trace calls made over the Internet?’ she asked Smit.
    ‘Fuck knows. There must be someone among that lot in there who can.’
    The strip light above them flickered once, then died. The corridor went dark.
    ‘We’re going to get someone to call you back,’ she said and ended the call, wondering how she could hand the case over to someone else.
    It’s now or never
, she thought.
And never’s not really an option.
    ‘There’s something else, I—’
    ‘And this other thing, the cannabis farm.’
    ‘Yeah, I think we need to discuss that.’ She looked around, checking no one was in earshot. ‘Third time? Too much of a coincidence.’
    ‘I agree, and I’ve got an idea on that.’ He checked hiswatch, squinting to see it. ‘Let’s talk about it