ONE HUNDRED THIRTY
‘What we have is the body of an unknown black male who was found in Chloe Macbeth’s council flat in Laughton House on the Firth Hall estate,’ Grace advised a briefing meeting she called on her return to the office. ‘He had been wrapped, cocooned, in decorator’s sheets, presumably to hide the smell of putrefaction.’
She walked across to the chalk board and wrote up her familiar mantra.
WHAT + WHY + WHEN + WHERE + HOW + WHO.
‘WHAT? Without doubt this is murder’ she stated, pointing to the photographs taped to a whiteboard, photos of the cocooned body and post-mortem photographs, clearly showing the vivid gash to the victim’s throat.
‘WHY, we do not know.
‘WHEN? Erika Berger the pathologist’s initial assessment is that he has been dead at least three weeks, possibly l
