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Chapters (47)
  1. Epigraph
  2. Chapter 1
  3. Chapter 2
  4. Chapter 3
  5. Chapter 4
  6. Chapter 5
  7. Chapter 6
  8. Chapter 7
  9. Chapter 8
  10. Chapter 9
  11. Chapter 10
  12. Chapter 11
  13. Chapter 12
  14. Chapter 13
  15. Chapter 14
  16. Chapter 15
  17. Chapter 16
  18. Chapter 17
  19. Chapter 18
  20. Chapter 19
  21. Chapter 20
  22. Chapter 21
  23. Chapter 22
  24. Chapter 23
  25. Chapter 24
  26. Chapter 25
  27. Chapter 26
  28. Chapter 27
  29. Chapter 28
  30. Chapter 29
  31. Chapter 30
  32. Chapter 31
  33. Chapter 32
  34. Chapter 33
  35. Chapter 34
  36. Chapter 35
  37. Chapter 36
  38. Chapter 37
  39. Chapter 38
  40. Chapter 39
  41. Chapter 40
  42. Epilogue
  43. Acknowledgements
  44. About the Author
  45. By the Same Author
  46. Copyright
  47. About the Publisher

Marijke frowned at the notes she’d made. Hartmut Karpf, the detective from Köln, had decided to call her directly as well as sending his initial notes via Europol because there were discrepancies between their two cases that he wanted to discuss. ‘I’ve spoken to my colleagues in Heidelberg and Bremen, and it’s not that I doubt we’re dealing with the same man,’ he’d said. ‘But I thought you should know that I think we’re looking at a serious escalation here.’

‘I appreciate you calling,’ she’d said. ‘So, what exactly do you have?’

‘You want the whole story?’

‘Everything you have, from the beginning.’

The rustle of paper down the phone, then he spoke. ‘OK. Dr Marie-Thérèse Calvet, aged forty-six. Senior lecturer in experimental psychology at the University of Köln. She didn’t turn up for work this morning, and her secretary couldn’t get a reply from her home number. She was due to give a seminar, so one of her colleagues was enlisted to stand in for her. But the slides that accompanied the seminar were locked in Dr Calvet’s office. So the colleague borrowed the master key from the janitor and let himself into her office. Dr Calvet was lying naked and dead, tied to her desk.’ Karpf cleared his throat. ‘Her colleague was not exactly helpful. He threw up all over the crime scene.’

‘If it’s any consolation to you, it probably made no difference. This killer doesn’t leave us anything to work with in forensic terms,’ Marijke said consolingly.

‘I gathered as much. Our scene-of-crime officers were very disgruntled. Anyway, for the record, Dr Calvet’s body was on its back, arms and legs spread out, each tied to a leg of the desk near the floor. Four standard reef knots, incidentally. Her clothes were underneath her, they’d been cut away once she was tied down. And it was obvious that her pubic hair had been cut away, along with the skin.’

‘So far, this is all according to his pattern,’ Marijke said.

‘Except of course that this is the first time he has killed someone inside their university,’ Karpf corrected her. ‘All the other victims were found in their homes.’

‘That’s true,’ Marijke said, mentally kicking herself for her stupidity. But at least now she knew she was dealing with a detective who was as sharp as this inquiry needed. ‘What else did you find?’

‘I demanded an urgent postmortem. Dr Calvet sustained two blunt trauma head wounds, at least one of which would have been enough to knock her out for a while. There were bruises to her throat consistent with manual strangulation.’

‘That’s new,’ Marijke confirmed.