bathroom Foy pointed out how the killer could have cleaned himself up under the shower without leaving any forensic evidence of his own identity behind. Megan glanced around the small, immaculately-decorated room. The colour of the soap and the toilet paper matched the paintwork and the shell stencil on the walls was echoed on the laundry basket, the toothbrush holder and even the pedal bin.
âPresumably the towels have been taken away by the SOCOs,â Megan said.
Foy glanced at the notes in the folder he was carrying. âA towel was taken away, yes.â
âJust one?â
He nodded. âYes.â He read from the inventory: âOne blue hand towel with shell motif.â
Megan flipped open the laundry basket. âWere there any towels in here?â
âNo,â Foy said. âJust clothes. SOCOs took them all. There were towels in the airing cupboard down there.â He pointed back down the landing. âTheyâve all been taken away for forensic analysis.â
âI donât think youâll find anything there either,â Megan said quietly.
Foy looked at her, puzzled.
âWhereâs the bathtowel?â Megan asked simply.
Foy shrugged. âI donât follow.â
âFrom what Iâve seen Tessa Ledbury was very house-proud. She had matching everything. The bathroomâs very small, I grant you, but I find it hard to believe there werenât at least two towels in hereâ¦â
âOh, I see what youâre getting at.â The lines on Foyâs forehead suddenly disappeared.
âIn fact, taking the towel might have served a dual purpose,â Megan went on. âNot only does he have a trophy to fuel his fantasies, he also takes any forensic evidence from his own body away with him.â
The sudden, loud ring of the doorbell made them both jump.
âThatâll be Dave and Kate,â Foy said. âShall we talk in the conservatory?â
âYou actually want me to go and meet her?â Delva stood open-mouthed in front of the news editorâs desk. âDes, are you winding me up?â
âNo,â he said, unwrapping a sandwich and swallowing a huge mouthful before looking up at her, âIt could be important. Youâre off shift in a couple of hours anyway. Liz can do the lunchtime bully â you look a bit knackered, anyway.â
âWell thanks a bunch,â Delva muttered, âNice to know Iâm appreciated, I must say.â
âOh come on, Delva. Itâs not the sort of thing many people could handle. Iâm sending you because I know I can trust you to handle it right, okay?â
âHmm, I suppose so.â
âOne thing, though,â Des took another bite. âTake someone with you, just in case itâs a nutter. Get them to arrive at the café at the same time as you but donât acknowlege them in any way. All right?â
Delva wandered back to her desk and sat for a while staring at the phone. Suddenly she had an idea.
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Detective Sergeant Dave Todd was hanging on Meganâs every word, but D.S. Kate OâLeary was taking some convincing. She had argued fiercely when Megan had pointed out the shortcomings of the occult theory and although she had now started scribbling notes, the look on her face made it clear that she did not set much store by the profile.
âWeâre talking about a watcher,â Megan was saying, âsomeone who picks out women who have particular significance for him, probably because of their physical appearance, and heâll stalk them.â
âWhat sort of age would he be?â Dave Todd asked.
âProbably mid-thirties. Possibly even older. Weâre not dealing with a beginner here. I think whoever did this has killed before.â
âWhy do you say that?â Kate OâLeary looked up, biting the end of her pencil.
âBecause of the length of time he spent with the victim