Last night had turned up nothing. The sketch turned out to be completely useless. Most of the clubbers at Annmarie’s business either confused the suspect’s likeness with one of the doormen or said they knew nothing.
Michael felt like they had not got anywhere. They were back to square one. When there had been no murders for nearly a month, everyone in Buxton police station began to wonder if the killer had moved on or gone to prison. Far from it; they had only been lying in wait.
He couldn’t begin to describe the emotions in his gut when they went to Buxton Community School and saw the body of Lisa Northeast, left in plain sight right in the middle of the hockey pitch. She had been killed the same as the other girls, only this time she had been laid down in the open and displayed.
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