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Chapters (50)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Author
  3. Dedication
  4. Prologue
  5. FOUR DAYS BEFORE
  6. Sour Hound
  7. Sucked Back In
  8. Lucie Muller
  9. White Wolf, Black Wolf
  10. THREE DAYS BEFORE
  11. Crumbled Away
  12. Bit of a Punk
  13. Disturbance in the Force
  14. Knocking the Walls Off
  15. Don’t Call Me, I’ll Call You
  16. Appropriately Medicated
  17. Friends in Common
  18. Lifestyle
  19. Who?
  20. Oscar
  21. Police Brutality
  22. TWO DAYS BEFORE
  23. Sorry
  24. Client Confidentiality
  25. Glass
  26. Chateau Lafite 2000
  27. There’s a Man With a Gun
  28. For Your Own Safety
  29. Fire
  30. Stark Night
  31. ONE DAY BEFORE
  32. Green
  33. It’s Not The World – It’s How You Look At It
  34. Familiar
  35. Volunteer Number Six
  36. A Very Dangerous Game
  37. DAY ZERO
  38. Junk
  39. Just Like the Others
  40. Burn
  41. Is This a Joke?
  42. Schizo
  43. Sour Hound II
  44. Moonlight
  45. Make Them Pay
  46. Bite
  47. Epilogue
  48. Acknowledgements
  49. WELCOME TO AMSTERDAM
  50. THE BEGINNING

Because there is a loose end, one which Beving is still tugging on. I’d met with my lawyer, Pieter Roskam, before going into the station where we were shown to the conference room on the top floor. The table probably seats fifteen; today there are just four. A plate in the middle has a small pile of individually wrapped biscuits. The packets are coated in a thin layer of dust.

‘There’s still the problem with the DNA,’ Beving says.

‘I’ve told you, Benner killed Dirk Zeeman.’

‘But Benner says he didn’t. He admits killing Muller and Kleine but not Zeeman; he was very clear on that. He said it was women he wanted to kill, not men.’

‘He’s just bullshitting, you know that.’

‘But there’s no forensic evidence to suggest he was even there. And your blood was found under the victim’s fingernails.’

‘With respect –’ Roskam takes over for me, probably sensing my nascent frustration. Frustration that can all too quickly lead to anger. ‘This has been gone over to death and –’

‘Ha ha. I thought you were a lawyer, not a comedian.’

Roskam glares at him and continues. ‘My client has consistently stated the facts, that the most likely explanation is that Benner had followed Rykel to the flat being rented by Sabine Wester and took a dressing he’d discarded there from the bin.’

‘And yet the agency that rents that flat out has no record of Sabine Wester ever renting it. And, in fact, we can find no trace of Sabine Wester at all.’

‘Apart from the report filed, by one of your officers, stating that she was attacked by a man and rescued by my client.’

‘Yes, but that doesn’t prove that your client then formed some kind of loose relationship with this mysterious woman, and went to stay at her flat, which, as we’ve already established, was in a void period when no one was renting.’

I’ve thought a lot about this. I can’t work it out either. But I didn’t make it up, I’m sure of that. Cut to her whispering I’m sorry in her sleep. It makes me shiver.

But Roskam’s continuing, an unstoppable legal steam train. ‘There’s also the fact that Benner had burned down my client’s houseboat, which proves he knew where he was and was actively targeting him. Has not Benner stated on the record that he wanted to punish Jaap Rykel for putting him away before he could finish what he’d set out to do?’

‘He has. I have the statement here. He fully admits to that. But what he categorically denies is that he placed the evidence on the body, and he denies following Rykel to a flat where he subsequently breaks in and retrieves a used dressing from the bin. That’s a bit odd, isn’t it?’