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hanging out every ffippin window and there's no reason to suspect any connection!"
    Eddie Eastwood gave the interviews for the family when reporters from all the media arrived at the little semi-detached council house in Narborough.
    Eddie sat, head in hands, and said, "I feel like I've been hit over the skull with a brick. It just will not sink in. Lynda was such a happy, polite girl. A little old fashioned but very popular at school and conscientious about her schoolwork. It's unbelievable that anyone could do this to her. My wife and I are devastated."
    Friends of Kath Eastwood never doubted that. Kath just sat numbed, responding when she must. She could not even weep.
    The laboratory analysis offered the murder squad its first positive clue. The report showed that the killer had, after ejaculating prematurely, managed to penetrate the victim prior to death. Semen was taken from an internal labial swab and on a deep vaginal swab.
    Given a phosphoglucomutase (PGM) grouping test, the semen showed strong PGM 1 + enzyme reaction. It was antigen-tested and found to contain strong amounts of Group A secretor substance.
    The officers on the murder inquiry were told that only one out of ten male adults in England was in this particular blood group. The scientific label would remain the only clue they possessed. The killer was a Group A secretor, PGM 1 . Without understanding exactly what it meant, hundreds of police officers would repeat it for nearly four years: "We're looking for a PGM one-plus, 'A' secretor." Though a blood test could not positively identify a killer, it could be used as a tool, and it was so used on Edward Eastwood.
    Eddie always believed he'd been fingered by one of Lynda's former boyfriends who had a grudge against him. Actually, Derek Pearce was following the timeworn police procedure of looking from the inside out. Eddie Eastwood was only a stepfather and had belonged to Lynda Mann's family for a relatively short time. Pearce supposed Eddie could have killed her at home and dumped her there by The Black Pad.
    "I've told Mister Coutts I want to nick Eddie," Derek Pearce explained matter-of-factly to his subordinates. "And I'm going to do it."
    Pearce got Eddie out of bed at nine o'clock at night. Eddie complained that he was ill, but Pearce wasn't using his bedside manner. "He's the kind that gets sick at the drop of a hat," Pearce said of Eddie Eastwood. "He's always on sick leave from work."
    "I never liked him from the first," Eddie later said of Pearce. "And me stepdaughter Susan, she came to despise him. I heard the other CID man saying to Pearce, 'Eddie Eastwood never murdered nobody!' but Pearce said, 'I don't care, we're going to blood-test him anyway.' A bully copper, that's Pearce."
    "Everyone else that's closely associated with Lynda is having to give blood," Pearce said to Eddie that night. "And one or two people think you might be involved."
    "You saying I killed me own daughter?" Eddie challenged.
    "Stepdaughter. No, I personally don't think so, but that's all right, I'll take you in the car and bring you back home. This'll eliminate you completely."
    "I'm a sick man!" Eddie told him. "I got arthritis in the lower back!" "Yeah, well, I'm not all that fit, m'self," Pearce said. "We'll both feel better when this is over, won't we, mate?"
    While Eddie was shuffling past a queue of suspects in the police station that night, it occurred to him that he had actually been in the company of a policeman on the night of the murder.
    "I just remembered!" he said. "I was playing darts in a pub with a copper! You can check."
    But Pearce didn't seem to care if Eddie was a darts mate of the Lord Chief Justice. He took him to a doctor who drew blood from his arm. Th e d octor also took hair samples from his head, underarms and groin before Eddie got to return to his bed.
    But Eddie's alibi checked out, and, finally, it turned out that Eddie was not in the same 10 percent blood group as the slayer of Lynda