Chapter 3
It was in all the papers. Front page in the Mirror and Sun, double page spread in the Mail and a couple of columns in both the Times and Guardian. He got hard just reading about it. Of course he had wanted her found, that was part of the game, that’s why he had left her in plain sight, legs and arms outstretched and left that little something extra protruding from her v****a, but none of the reports had mentioned that.
Her name was Syra Choudhry and she would have turned twenty on the day they found her, he raised an imaginary glass in toast; ‘happy birthday sweetheart,’ he said to himself.
Apparently she was a lovely girl; well they always say that don’t they, bright, intelligent, studying law at university. She was very popular and had many friends, all of which were totally
