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his words hang there for a few seconds before continuing. 'If the landlady is to be believed, Remfry, unless his kil er happens also to be his double, booked the room himself. He didn't feel the need to give a name, but he was happy enough to hand over the cash. We need to find out why. Why was he so keen to go to that hotel? Who was he meeting...?'
    Thorne, in spite of himself, was smiling slightly as he recal ed the interview with the hotel's formidable owner - a bottle-blonde with a face like Joe Bugner and a sixty-fags-a-day rasp.
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    'And who pays for the replacement of those sheets?' she'd asked. 'Al them pil ows and blankets that this nutter nicked? They were one hundred per cent cotton, none of 'em was cheap
    ...' Thorne had nodded, pretended to write something down, wondering if her memory was as good as her capacity to talk utter shite with a straight face. 'And the stains on the mattress.
    Where do I get the money to get that lot cleaned?'
    Tl see if I can find you a form to fil in,' Thorne said, thinking, Wil I fuck, you hatchet-faced old mare...
    In the Incident Room, the trainee detective Thorne had stared at before poked a single finger up. Thorne nodded.
    'Are we looking at the prison angle, sir? Someone Remfry was in Derby with, maybe. Someone he got on the wrong side of...'
    'Someone he got up the backside o02 The comment came from a moustached DC sitting off to Thorne's left towards the back of the room. Thorne did not know the man. He'd been brought in, like many in the room, from different squads to make up the numbers. His 'bck side' comment got a big laugh. Thorne manufactured a chuckle.
    'We're looking at that. Remfry's sexual preference was certainly.for women before he got put away...'
    'Some of them develop a taste for it inside, though, don't they?' This time the laugh from his mates felt forced. Thorne al owed it to die away, let his voice drop a little to regain attention and control.
    'Most of you lot are going to be tracing the most likely group of suspects we've got at the moment...'

    The trainee nodded knowingly. One of the swots. He thought this was some kind of conversation. 'The male relatives of Remfry's rape victims.'
    'Right,' Thorne said. 'Husbands, boyfriends, brothers. Sod it, fathers at a push. I want them al found, interviewed and eliminated. With a bit of luck we might eliminate al of them except one. DI Kitson has drawn up a list and wil be doing the al ocations.' Thorne dropped his notes on to a chair, pul ed his jacket from the back of it, almost 27
    done. 'Right, that's it. Remfry's were particularly nasty offences. Maybe someone wasn't convinced he'd paid for them...'
    The DC with the porno moustache smirked and muttered something to the uniform in front of him. Thorne pul ed on his jacket and narrowed his eyes.
    'What?'
    Suddenly, he might just as wel have been that teacher, holding out a hand, demanding to see whatever was being chewed.
    The DC spat it out. 'Seems to me that whoever kil ed Remfry did everyone a favour. Fucker asked for everything he got.'
    It was far from being the first such comment Thorne had heard since the DNA match had come back. He looked across at the DC. He knew that he should slap the cocky sod down. He knew that he should make a speech about their jobs as police officers, their need to be dispassionate, whatever the case, whoever the victim. He should talk about debts having been paid and maybe even diag out stuff about one man's life being worth no more and no less than any other.
    He couldn't be arsed. �
    Dave Hol and was always happiest deferring to rank or, if he got the chance, pul ing it. When it was just himself and another DC, things were never clear-cut and it made him uncomfortable.
    It was simple. As a DC, he deferred to a DS and above, while he was able to large it with trainee detectives and woodentops. Out and about with a fel ow DC, and things should just settle into a natural pattern. It was down to personality, to clout.
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