SEVENTY-FOUR
‘What! What the f**k! How? It’s f*****g impossible to have identified it. No f*****g way. I don’t believe it, I don’t f*****g believe it,’ he raged as he felt his carefully constructed master plan unravelling.
The police were never ever intended to discover the identity of the specimen. That was the whole f*****g purpose. To utterly baffle the police and so confirm his status as a criminal genius. To leave a puzzle so complex that crime writers would write books about him for generations to come just as they still do about the crimes of Jack the Ripper.
