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the flyover he saw a figure appear from the shadows and slowly removing its hood.
    'Oh its you, what the fuck do you want, Roger, you fucking Freak?'
    'Don’t call me that, there’s no need to be nasty.'
    'Well that’s what you are isn't it? A fucking freak.'
    'I said there’s no need to be nasty.'
    'Look at you! You are a complete freak Roger!'
    'Don't put me down! And stop calling me that!' Anger was rising in Roger’s body, completely enveloping him.
    'You're a pathetic, little, freak of nature Roger.'
    Slash.
    'What the fuck?'
    Slash.
    In a split second the look in his eyes went from anger to realisation to fear back to anger and then, nothing. He dropped like a marionette that had had its strings cut.
    'I told you not to call me that you gutless bastard, now lets see what you're made of.'

 
Chapter 8
     
    As John and Ian approached the car they saw Liz in the car park.
    'Liz!' called John 'Horseshoe Common, we've got another one.'
    'OK see you there' came the reply.
    Ian looked at John, studying his face he seemed to be looking for some sort of sign or clue.
    'What’s up with you' John asked.
    'Nothing J.D. I was just wondering, you and Liz are you an item?
    John chuckled 'No Ian, I don’t think so.'
    'But you did, you know, find out what she wears under the lab coat, so to speak?'
    'Oh yes Ian, I definitely did that.'
    For the rest of the short journey Ian sat looking at John, still not quite sure if he could believe that Liz and J.D. had finally got together.
    ***
     
    Horseshoe Common was so named because of its shape, along the bottom straight edge ran the Old Christchurch Road, Where the “laughing Pig” was situated, to the right is Madeira Road with the police station located at the top and the right side is flanked by Dean Park Crescent, the Wessex way flyover was about half way up. Arriving at the scene John and Ian walked briskly to the area where the body was still laying. Liz had already started her work and the area had been cordoned off from prying eyes, a small crowd had gathered including a young woman with a camera, taking notes.
    'Ian, Go tell her, and any others, not to publish a word or any photos before the press conference will you?'
    'Are we having a press conference?' Ian enquired.
    'We are now' John said, then added 'I don’t want those bastards publishing the same sort of crap they did yesterday; I still want to know who was responsible for that.' He looked at the body, throat cut, intestines on display, got to be the same killer. But this one was different, there were pools of blood surrounding the body turning that part of the pathway into a sticky red stream but apart from that it looked a lot neater.
    'First impressions Liz?'
    'Well, whatever cut this one was sharper, a lot sharper, and the throat hasn't been cut all the way round, just two lacerations, one either side of the wind pipe, enough to cut the jugular and carotid’s. Death would have been fairly swift, also the abdomen, it wasn't a single vertical cut this time, it’s in the shape of a “T” and the sides folded back. If you look at the blood pool surrounding you'll notice foot and paw prints and it looks like someone had slipped quite badly in the blood, but that happened after the event, after the blood had coagulated.'
    'Time of death?'
    'Its difficult to be accurate here, like the last one the body has been opened up and with the amount of blood loss the temperature would have dropped at a faster rate than normal but considering the coagulation of the blood and the fact it was quite a cold night I'd estimate between eight and twelve hours.Sorry I can’t be more accurate than that at the moment.'
    'That’s alright Liz, I know you're doing your best' he touched her gently on her arm.
    'What about these foot prints? You said they happened after the event.'
    Ian had returned 'I can answer that. The old feller that reported it, sat in the back of the ambulance over there, he was out walking his dog when he