Chapter 11
Friday 09 January 2032
Sat in a corner of the Discovery coffee bar, Richard was very quiet. If he’d been alone, that would have been understandable but he was sitting across from his lifelong friend and colleague, Elijah. Both men were apprehensive – it had been five days since they’d been called upon to attend a crime scene involving a Box-Cutter victim. Richard hated the nickname and had struggled against using the media’s terminology for the serial killer but what else could they call him? Suspect seemed too weak a word and perpetrator seemed too clinical. He’d have liked to call him the evil f*****g bastard who tortures, r***s, and kills innocent women but that, although accurate, would never fit on the operations board back at the incident room.
Elijah was having his own
