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Although the station was eerily quiet that night, the officers who remained were far from subdued. There was an odd atmosphere of exterior calm but with a clear and permeating sense of heightened alertness.
Debbie Weston found herself pacing around the incident room, her heart pounding in her ears as she glanced at the clock every few seconds. She kept running through the facts in her head. They knew the fifth victim was likely to be of Welsh or Irish descent, possibly a prostitute, possibly having had a husband die in a tragic accident at a young age. She knew it was unlikely the intended victim would match all of these criteria. Every victim up until now had only matched one or two, which was what had made identifying the fifth victim completely impossible.
She knew she was going t
