He was checking out of Scarborough’s finest when his phone rang. It was Hardaker.
‘Still at the seaside, Carl?’
‘Applying the sun cream as you speak, Chiefman.’
‘I need you here. Things are moving fast. We’ve got another victim on our hands.’
‘Killed?’
‘No. Drugged and r***d. Like the rest.’
‘Where?’
‘Lovell Park.’
‘Lungs of Leeds.’
‘It happened the night before last.’
‘Who is she?’
‘A teenage girl. We only got wind of it this morning.’
‘That was the same night as the goings-on at Woodhall Road, wasn’t it?’
‘Right. There might be a connection, though it’s too soon to make a judgement. Keep it brief with Sergeant Galley. I’ve deployed two techs to assist anyway. Get back by noon or as near as dammit.’
‘Sure thing. Would you care for a stick of rock?’
The line went dead. Harda
