door sounded again . John quickly double-checked he had cleared any sign of wrong doing and happy that everything looked OK, he ran to the front door. The main reception area was well lit and as John approached, he could see a man behind the door, most definitely not his supervisor. Skidding to a halt, his mind thought back to the DNA match and the reference to the Defence Minister. Instead of just opening the door, he walked across to the empty security desk and pressed intercom button.
“Can I help?” he asked nervously.
“Yes, open the door please,” replied the German in perfect English.
“ May I ask who you are?”
“Police taskforce.” his said, sounding slightly irritated.
John wasn’t sure but the words ‘police’ and ‘taskforce’ did seem to ring true. The man was in some sort of tactical outfit and certainly looked like and sounded like a policeman. John pressed the button and the door lock clicked open.
T he German picked up his kit bag, opened the door and stepped into the reception area.
“ Hi, I’m John” said John offering his hand to the German.
“Hi . Karl,” responded the German shaking John’s hand.
“I was just about to phone my supervisor, it seems you’ve got the wrong guy ,” said John offering an update.
“ Oh, OK, can you show me please,” asked Karl, directing John back into the building and away from the door.
“Of course, this way.”
John led the way back to his workstation. On arrival at his desk, John began to explain how the six samples had been analysed. The four from the first four victims all matched but the last two didn’t match any of the others. Meaning they definitely had arrested an innocent man. John left out any mention of the match and the link to the Defence Minister, it wasn’t for him to tell non-FSS staff top secret results.
After John ’s in depth explanation, Karl asked, “So where are the samples, now?”
John pointed to the small fridge at the side of his desk .
“In there.”
“OK, and the latest sample has been uploaded into the network?”
“Of course, that’s how I checked it didn’t match.”
“Can you show me.”
“Yes. ” John turned to his PC and showed Karl the readouts and the sampling that had been uploaded from the suspect.
Karl listened intently as John detailed exactly how the system worked . Comfortable he understood everything he needed to, Karl placed one foot behind John’s chair and in one swift motion placed his hand on John’s chest and pushed. John’s chair moved back, caught Karl’s foot and with nowhere else to go, tipped backwards. Karl pushed harder as the chair began to tip. John struggled as his body followed the chair and fell backwards. As the momentum built, John’s neck hit the desk behind him and as Karl continued to push, John’s struggling stopped as his spine snapped at the base of his skull. Karl stopped pushing and let the dead weight drop to the floor.
Karl took note of the point at which the chair had tipped and removing his knife carefully created a small rip in the carpet. Using another chair leg, he placed it in the small tear and pulled it backwards, the resultant ridge was exactly what he was after. Having staged the death scene, he moved towards the fridge. The DNA samples needed to be altered. Within ten minutes, he had taken the suspect’s sample, replaced it with a small amount of the serial rapist’s sample from one of the first four victims. Having sorted the physical evidence, he moved towards the computer and deleted any reference to the suspect’s real sample, replacing it with a copy of the serial rapist’s. He quickly checked for any evidence of his visit before heading down to the security office with a high power magnet to take care of any video evidence showing his arrival or soon to be departure.
Five minutes later, Karl was in the Range Rover and driving back to Cambridge having insured the suspect was now well and truly guilty of four rapes. The
“Can I help?” he asked nervously.
“Yes, open the door please,” replied the German in perfect English.
“ May I ask who you are?”
“Police taskforce.” his said, sounding slightly irritated.
John wasn’t sure but the words ‘police’ and ‘taskforce’ did seem to ring true. The man was in some sort of tactical outfit and certainly looked like and sounded like a policeman. John pressed the button and the door lock clicked open.
T he German picked up his kit bag, opened the door and stepped into the reception area.
“ Hi, I’m John” said John offering his hand to the German.
“Hi . Karl,” responded the German shaking John’s hand.
“I was just about to phone my supervisor, it seems you’ve got the wrong guy ,” said John offering an update.
“ Oh, OK, can you show me please,” asked Karl, directing John back into the building and away from the door.
“Of course, this way.”
John led the way back to his workstation. On arrival at his desk, John began to explain how the six samples had been analysed. The four from the first four victims all matched but the last two didn’t match any of the others. Meaning they definitely had arrested an innocent man. John left out any mention of the match and the link to the Defence Minister, it wasn’t for him to tell non-FSS staff top secret results.
After John ’s in depth explanation, Karl asked, “So where are the samples, now?”
John pointed to the small fridge at the side of his desk .
“In there.”
“OK, and the latest sample has been uploaded into the network?”
“Of course, that’s how I checked it didn’t match.”
“Can you show me.”
“Yes. ” John turned to his PC and showed Karl the readouts and the sampling that had been uploaded from the suspect.
Karl listened intently as John detailed exactly how the system worked . Comfortable he understood everything he needed to, Karl placed one foot behind John’s chair and in one swift motion placed his hand on John’s chest and pushed. John’s chair moved back, caught Karl’s foot and with nowhere else to go, tipped backwards. Karl pushed harder as the chair began to tip. John struggled as his body followed the chair and fell backwards. As the momentum built, John’s neck hit the desk behind him and as Karl continued to push, John’s struggling stopped as his spine snapped at the base of his skull. Karl stopped pushing and let the dead weight drop to the floor.
Karl took note of the point at which the chair had tipped and removing his knife carefully created a small rip in the carpet. Using another chair leg, he placed it in the small tear and pulled it backwards, the resultant ridge was exactly what he was after. Having staged the death scene, he moved towards the fridge. The DNA samples needed to be altered. Within ten minutes, he had taken the suspect’s sample, replaced it with a small amount of the serial rapist’s sample from one of the first four victims. Having sorted the physical evidence, he moved towards the computer and deleted any reference to the suspect’s real sample, replacing it with a copy of the serial rapist’s. He quickly checked for any evidence of his visit before heading down to the security office with a high power magnet to take care of any video evidence showing his arrival or soon to be departure.
Five minutes later, Karl was in the Range Rover and driving back to Cambridge having insured the suspect was now well and truly guilty of four rapes. The
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