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Chapters (55)
  1. PERFECT CRIME
  2. Dedication
  3. Chapter One
  4. Chapter Two
  5. Chapter Three
  6. Chapter Four
  7. Chapter Five
  8. Chapter Six
  9. Chapter Seven
  10. Chapter Eight
  11. Chapter Nine
  12. Chapter Ten
  13. Chapter Eleven
  14. Chapter Twelve
  15. Chapter Thirteen
  16. Chapter Fourteen
  17. Chapter Fifteen
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  40. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  41. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  42. Chapter Forty
  43. Chapter Forty-One
  44. Chapter Forty-Two
  45. Chapter Forty-Three
  46. Acknowledgments
  47. Can’t get enough of the Perfect series?
  48. Chapter 1
  49. Loved Perfect Silence? Then why not get back to where it all started with book one of the D.I. Callanach series?
  50. Welcome to Edinburgh.Murder capital of Europe.
  51. The worst dangers are the ones we can’t see …
  52. When silence falls, who will hear their cries?
  53. About the Author
  54. By the same author:
  55. About the Publisher

‘It’s the latter, I believe. Look at this.’ She turned the corpse’s left arm outwards to display the incisions more clearly. ‘The callusing on Mrs Hawksmith’s right hand is indicative of a right-hander. Over the years, the hardening of the skin on the ends of the fingers and the palm leaves its mark. Writing, cutting vegetables, picking things up, opening jars, you name it. Also, the muscles of the dominant hand are always fractionally more developed. Now look at the cuts.’ Ailsa pulled a mobile light over the top and swung a magnifying glass to highlight the gashes. ‘The deepest end of the cuts is on the inner elbow nearest the body, moving from the right side of the inner elbow to the left. When you compare the blade, it has a flat edge on one side and that flat edge was inserted closest to Mrs Hawksmith’s core.’

‘So the blade would have to have been pushed outwards rather than have been pulled towards her body,’ Ava noted.

‘Which isn’t natural at all. You’re taught to write pulling the pencil towards you. You cut food pulling rather than pushing. It’s inconceivable to me that she started the cut on the inside of her arm and pushed to the outside, not least because she’d have been holding the knife with the blunt side of the blade inwards, which doesn’t fit with a right-hander.’

‘Someone else made the cuts,’ Ava said.

Ailsa nodded. ‘It’s not that she couldn’t have done all of this to herself, don’t misunderstand me, but it makes no sense at all. None of it. And as for where the blade was found …’

‘It’s a debasement. Signs of sexual assault?’ Ava queried.

‘No evidence at all. Neither vaginal nor anal. There’s no tearing or injury; although fluids might have disappeared, as she was sat in the water for so long before being found. We’ve taken swabs for DNA tests but I’m not expecting anything.’

‘It’s a very personal thing to do and I don’t mean physically. It suggests anger at a deeply personal level, wanting to degrade a dying woman like that. There would have to be a specific motive,’ Ava said.