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and no one was as in tune with the rhythmand changing mood of the Kiez. He also had the typically down-to-earth St Pauli sense of humour.
    ‘What’s the deal with the protest?’ asked Fabel.
    ‘It’s a group called
Muliebritas
. Or more correctly it was organised by a feminist magazine called
Muliebritas
,’ explained Kaminski. ‘They stormed into Herbertstrasse and there was everything but all-out war with the hookers. God knows it would have been bad enough at the best of times, but with this Westland thing going on as well … We asked them to disperse, explaining that they were interfering with a crime scene and investigation, but the concept of consensual policing seems to have been lost on them.’ There was another burst of shouting from the custody area, as if to underline his statement. ‘Anyway, you’re not here for them. By the way, did you know Martina’s here?’ Kaminski grinned.
    ‘Yes,’ said Fabel. ‘Anna told me.’
    ‘Didn’t you and she …’
    ‘Yes, Carstens,’ said Fabel, with a sigh. ‘We’ve already been through that. Do we have a description of the woman who attacked Westland?’
    ‘All he said was she told him she was the Angel. And even that we’ve only got second-hand from the hooker who found him.’
    ‘How do we know she’s not the “Angel” herself?’
    ‘From what we can gather she did her best to keep Westland alive until the ambulance arrived. And if this really is the work of the Angel, then the girl who found him would be too young for the original murders. Anyway, despite her trying to hide it behind a tough front she clearly was in shock. We suggested the quack should give her a mild sedative but she told him to stick it.’
    ‘I want to talk to her anyway.’
    ‘And Martina?’ Kaminski grinned and cast a look across at Werner and Anna Wolff.
    ‘And Martina. What about the new CCTV system we’ve installed in the Kiez? Will we have got anything on that?’
    ‘No,’ said Kaminski. ‘Westland’s attacker was either lucky or very clever – there are no cameras on that street or anywhere near the courtyard. As you know, the compromise we had to make on having cameras in the Kiez was that we had to be selective where we put them – none in a position that could reveal the honourable citizens of our fine city nipping into a peep-show or a sex shop. It means we’ve got a hell of a lot of black holes. But I’ve put a call into the ops room at the Presidium for the recordings from an hour before until an hour after the murder to be collected and analysed. We might get something from the surrounding streets … the attacker making their way to or from the scene. In the meantime, I’m flooding the streets with uniforms …’ Kaminski nodded towards the assembled officers in the lobby. ‘We’ll question every hooker, pimp and club owner in the area. Business isn’t exactly good in the Kiez these days and Westland was hardly an anonymous victim … Something like this is bad for business. Maybe we’ll get lucky.’
    ‘Thanks, Carstens.’
    ‘Well, if you don’t mind, Jan, I’ll get back to briefing this lot.’ Kaminski nodded towards the uniforms he had gathered. ‘Unless you want to talk them through what we should be looking for?’
    ‘No, Carstens, this is your patch,’ said Fabel. He knew that no one knew the Kiez better than Kaminski.
    Fabel hung his raincoat up in the station cloakroom, first of all patting his pockets.
    ‘Lost something?’ asked Anna.
    ‘Bloody MP3 player …’
    Fabel made his way with Werner and Anna through to the rear of the station. Until 2005 Davidwache had been an exclusively uniform-branch station: to keep pace with changing times a new extension had been built onto the rear of theprotected architecture of the original station. It was in this newer part of the building that the detective branch was now based. Kaminski had put the conference room at their disposal for carrying out witness interviews. Fabel looked out