Chapter 9
Sunday 04 January 2032
Sunday morning brought a new body for DI Crossman and CFO Boniface to process. This one was at a cemetery on the eastern side of the city. Richard knew what the answer was going to be but he asked the question anyway, even though it was more of a statement than a question.
“Same MO, isn’t it, Elijah?”
Elijah stood up from the crouching position which he’d taken to make his field evaluation.
“Exactly the same, Richard. Deep slicing cuts, probably made with a very sharp box-cutter. The killer applies force to each stroke, so they’re not superficial wounds. I’d say they were meant to t*****e not to kill – he’s careful not to hit any arteries. There are burns and contusions too. If pressed, before the virtopsy, I’d have to say that the actual cause of deat
