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THE THICK COFFEE FROM the Dawkins canteen wasn’t doing the trick. Just as Nick had suspected, the interviews of every man in the dormitory came up with nothing. Nobody saw anything, nobody heard anything. Even if they had, they weren’t going to tell the police. Nick knew as soon as he’d initiated the interviews it would be a pointless exercise, but it would give the team a chance to sit down and get a look at each of the men’s hands. If the murderer had used a wire garrote, there would at least have been some marks on the suspect’s hands. But there was nothing.
Whoever had killed Ray Cobb’s doppelgänger was long gone. Even though the dorms were closed at night, it would’ve been easy for someone to blend in with the group shuffling to the showers and disappear. They did a head count an
