It had been stupid. Stupid, stupid, bloody well stupid. But it was too late to do anything about it now, the deed had been done and he would have to make the best of it. No sense in brooding over it.
He had to think clearly, keep his mind on the task. Make a plan and stick to it, no mistakes, no f**k-ups.
He needed to think, had to think. Where, where best to leave it?
The first thing, false clues, planted evidence to throw the scent off course.
Implicate others.
Implicate others, even if only temporarily. The longer the time spent chasing false leads, chasing shadows, the better it would be, let the trail go cold.
But where?
And how.
He had a sudden idea about where, would have to give it more thought of course but the notion was gaining in conviction in him.
She would be useless
