Cold as Ice (Willis/Carter #2)(62)

‘Yes, Sir.’

‘Because of the need for setting up an accurate social media persona and creating it fast we need to bring Robbo and Jeanie on board. Normally I wouldn’t risk any of the team knowing but Robbo is the only one able to do what we want and fast and Jeanie is close to both sets of victims’ families and to you, Ebony, and this is going to involve a massive team performance.’ He looked back at Ebony, who had remained impassive. ‘Are you agreed with keeping them informed?’

She looked across at Carter. He nodded his agreement. ‘Yes, Sir. I think it’s the best option.’

‘I will be Ebony’s supervisor,’ said Carter.

‘Agreed.’

‘You’ll need to move into a housing association flat,’ said Carter. ‘We’ll find you a flat in the same geographical area that Hawk is working in and register for some classes in the college. Get in quickly on the course that Danielle was doing if you can, meet her peers, get into their social networking groups.’

‘What about the fact I don’t have a kid?’ Ebony looked at Bowie.

‘Borrow mine,’ said Carter.

Ebony looked at Carter as if he’d flipped. Bowie was a little more cautious.

‘Why not?’ Carter said. ‘You’ll only need him for a few hours. Take him when you go to the housing office and to college when you first go in to register, that’s all. Let everyone see you with him once then make excuses why he’s not there after that.’ Ebony was still watching Carter’s face, waiting for him to say that he would get Cabrina’s permission before involving their son in a police operation. But he was not going to. ‘It’ll be fine, Ebb. He knows you. And you’ll only be borrowing him for a few hours.’ Bowie was listening. Ebony wondered if he was about to say ‘absolutely not’. ‘The rest of the time you can say that your aunt’s looking after the baby, something like that,’ continued Carter.

Bowie was weighing it up. He nodded thoughtfully.

‘None of the children have been harmed so far, have they?’

Carter shook his head. ‘Anyway it’s not going to get that far, is it? Ebony borrows Archie just to make it look good, then we can switch to a doll. Job done.’

Bowie agreed. ‘We have to put maximum effort into Ebony’s cover otherwise it won’t work. Stay here in the office from now on, Ebb. Get Robbo to concoct a plausible legend for you. We need this up and running ASAP.’

‘Yes, Sir.’

Carter and Ebony left Bowie’s office and headed towards the canteen to chat in private. Tina was clearing tables when they went to sit down with their coffees.

‘Looking great, Tina. You lost weight?’ Carter grinned her way. She giggled. Ebony rolled her eyes. Tina fell for it every time.

They sat down and Ebony emptied two packets of sugar into her milky coffee. Carter leaned across the table towards her and kept his voice low.

‘You going to be all right with it, Ebb? Hopefully it’ll be over by Christmas if we get it right.’

She nodded. ‘What about Archie? You have to ask Cabrina if we can borrow him.’

‘Yeah, I will ask, of course, but she’s going to be okay with it.’ He sipped his black coffee and screwed up his face in disgust. ‘When are they ever going to get proper coffee in here?’

‘You need to ask her.’

‘Ebb . . . He’s my son. I will take full responsibility.’ She held up her hands in surrender mode. ‘Now let’s concentrate on the things we have to get right.’

‘I need to look like the kind of person he’d be interested in,’ said Ebony.

‘Yes. Go around and look at Emily and Danielle’s belongings – take in their lives. Take Jeanie with you. She’s good at spotting things about people and she can tie up with anything Tracy might have said about Danielle’s character. You will have to stay in contact me with me, Ebb. This feels like a risky situation to put you in. You’re going to have to be on your own in there, exposed. You will have to be tested first. It’s not a nice experience. I’ve known a lot of officers who just can’t hack it.’

‘I’ll be okay, Guv.’

‘I know you will. Robbo will help.’





Chapter 28


The next morning Pauline Murphy’s body was waiting on a trolley in front of the steel fridge doors. She was thawed: her body had come to room temperature.

Harding watched Mark wheel the trolley next to the end dissecting table in the mortuary. He altered the height of the trolley and slid the body across and onto the table. ‘We’ll leave the sheet beneath her while we examine her.’ Harding placed her papers on the table over the sink at the head of the dissection table. Mark nodded his understanding and then mirrored Harding’s actions as he stood across from her and peeled back the sheeting section by section.

‘Be careful to fold it in on itself and catch whatever debris she has around her body.’ Mark didn’t answer. He was looking at the body as it unfolded. Harding held her hand out to indicate where Mark’s eyes should be looking. She wanted him to concentrate on her own hands. She wanted his whole attention. Mark obeyed for a few seconds but then his eyes slipped back to the body. Harding didn’t bark, for once; she understood that he was sensitive. She knew he would be saddened, shocked by the sight of the female form so denigrated. Her eyes were a lot softer when they focused on him than her demeanour as she stood stick-straight, pencil-thin, all hard lines. For Harding this was her sweeter side.