DS Jessica Daniel series: Locked In/Vigilante/The Woman in Black - Books 1-3 (77 page)

‘Caroline’s favourite colour is purple, so I’m hoping she’s kind.’

There was a short pause as they both watched the monitor. There wasn’t much to see but every now and then a person or two would walk across the shot. After a period of silence, Izzy leant
forward. ‘Do we have any idea what time this hand would have been left?’

Jessica slowed the footage so it was playing at one and a half times the regular speed. ‘Presumably after it went dark. It was found a little before eight this morning, so sometime between
half-ten last night and then.’ She pointed at the screen. ‘There’s a blind spot during this night footage because of where the street lights are.’

‘What do you reckon’s going on with the hand?’

Jessica made a humming noise. ‘I don’t know. Jason thinks whoever left it wanted it to be found.’

‘You don’t sound so sure.’

‘I agree with him actually but I’m always worried by people who go out of their way to get attention. Most people we deal with don’t want to be caught and do everything they
can to avoid it. A handful are genuinely sorry and admit to what they’ve done in order to clear their conscience. Then you get a very tiny minority who want to show off. They’re the
ones who are unpredictable but know what they’re doing. Maybe they want to be caught at some stage but not before they’ve made their point.’

‘I’d never thought of it like that.’

‘You don’t until you find yourself in the middle of things.’ Jessica reached forward and set the speed back to double. They sat in silence watching the images slowly lighten in
front of them as the sun began to come up.

‘Not bad quality, is it?’ Izzy said.

‘Most of the CCTV you go through isn’t this good. Half the shops with cameras only have these grainy setups where you can’t figure out who someone is even if they’re
looking directly at the camera,’ Jessica replied.

‘I’ve had a couple of those when I was back in uniform. It’s ridiculous when you put the pictures out in the papers and you can’t even tell if it’s a man or
woman.’

Jessica reached out and paused the footage, putting her finger on the screen in front of them. ‘What’s that?’ she said.

The constable turned to face her as Jessica scrolled the action back a few seconds and let it play at regular speed. The light was still dim but the video clearly showed the back of a figure
wearing a long black robe walking across the paved walkway in between the fountains. The figure in itself wouldn’t have necessarily been out of place but, aside from someone sleeping on one
of the benches, they were the only person in shot. As the shape moved out of the frame, Jessica flicked the controls to change the angle to one of the other central cameras.

‘Is it someone wearing one of those religious robes? A burqa or niqab?’ Izzy said.

Jessica’s fingers flicked across the controls as she spoke. ‘I don’t think so. Look.’ She pointed towards the new screen that had appeared. ‘There’s no facial
cover, it’s just a robe, like a dressing gown. Let’s see if we can zoom in.’ She ran her hand over a dial and the images refocused closer in.

‘Is it a man or a woman?’ Izzy asked.

‘Probably a woman. You can see she’s wearing low heels and has that way of walking as if she’s comfortable in them. It’s the way she’s moving too.’

Izzy clearly agreed. ‘I doubt there are many men out there who can walk so comfortably in heels. I’m not great myself.’

‘There are no clear images of the person’s face. You can just about tell they’re white but nothing more. She knows where the cameras are.’

Jessica pressed buttons to cut from one camera perspective to a second, then a third, before continuing. ‘Look at the angle of her face. She’s deliberately looking down and across
because she knows there won’t be a clear view of her.’ She scrolled backwards through the footage to reinforce her point. ‘She’s turning ever so slightly as she walks to
keep the angle and is wearing gloves too. This person knows what she’s doing.’

Jessica moved the footage forward, switching between cameras until the hooded figure neared the base of the fountain where the hand had been found. Jessica slowed the stream down to regular
speed, watching as the cloaked figure stopped by the edge of the fountain and crouched. She reached across herself, stretching into an inner pocket of the robe and taking out an object that had to
be the hand, before placing it on the ground. It seemed as if the figure was deliberately spreading the fingers into the correct position, before nudging it towards a nook between the bench and
fountain. Then they stood, walking back the way they came.

Jessica started to ask a question but Izzy got there first. ‘Who the hell is that?’

Jessica peered down at the officers in front of her, waiting for one of her colleagues to speak. She was in Longsight Police Station’s incident room in the basement,
standing on a slightly raised platform next to DI Reynolds and DCI Cole. On a giant whiteboard behind them was an enlarged photo of the hand that had been found as well as stills from the video
footage. In front of them was a selection of officers, some in uniform, as well as other members of CID.

Cole was someone Jessica had a lot of respect for. Although she’d had differences with each of the previous two chief inspectors, she had worked closely with him when he had been an
inspector. He had covered for her on numerous occasions and she trusted him implicitly. Her only concern about his promotion was that he knew her a little too well. As an inspector he had given her
a little leeway in the way she acted but Jessica wasn’t convinced the same would apply now he had more responsibility.

It was Cole who opened the briefing. ‘Following yesterday’s discovery, I know we have some quite serious business to go over but, before any of that, I’d like to welcome a new
member to our team.’ He indicated for a woman near the front to come and stand next to him on the stage. Jessica had met her the previous week but it was the new person’s first official
day in the job.

As the woman reached the front, Cole continued, ‘It’s unfortunate the way timings have worked out but Louise Cornish will be taking the sergeant role vacated by DI Reynolds.
She’s new to the area so be nice. I’ve already filled her in about which ones of you are the troublemakers.’ He pointed at a couple of the officers in front of him to a mixture of
laughs, cheers and boos.

Jessica didn’t know much about DS Cornish but was aware she had asked for a transfer to the area from somewhere around the Midlands, and that she was married with children. The sergeant
was somewhere in her mid-forties and had short brown hair that was swept backwards. If Jessica had had to give one word to sum the new recruit up, it would have been ‘mumsy’, harshly
thinking the woman had a shape that looked as if she’d had children but hadn’t lost all of the weight.

Cole continued to speak after the shouts had quietened down. ‘I’m positive you’ll all get to know DS Cornish in time but, for now, let’s crack on. A severed hand was
found on the edge of Piccadilly Gardens yesterday morning.’ He pointed behind him at the enlarged images from the CCTV cameras. ‘These are the best images we have of the person who left
it. As far as we can tell it is a white woman who is around five foot six or so. As you can see, there isn’t an awful lot to go on.’

He looked towards Jessica, raising his eyebrows. She took the hint, explaining they were pretty sure the person had scouted the location and was most likely local to the area, given their
apparent knowledge of the camera positions.

Reynolds spoke next. ‘We spent large parts of yesterday compiling a list of murder victims around the country who had been found with only one hand. There weren’t many and nothing
matched the right hand we discovered so we moved on to lists of missing people. Obviously this was pretty long to start with, even just locals, but we had some initial lab results through yesterday
evening that helped narrow things down. We now know the hand came from a man likely in his late twenties or early thirties. Aside from indications it had been frozen before being left, we
don’t really have much else to go on in terms of who it came from. There are almost sixty names of men between the ages of twenty-five and thirty-five from this area who have been reported
missing in the past twelve months. The only way of matching anyone from that list to the actual hand is by contacting one of their family members and asking for a swab so we can test the DNA. For
now, this seems pretty impractical and an enormous drain on resources so we’re going to go through the media first.’

Cole picked up again, strolling across the stage and then walking back to his original position. ‘Our labs are still doing tests and we might get more results at some point today or
tomorrow. From the camera stills, you can see the hooded person who dropped it was wearing gloves, so we’re not expecting any fingerprints. Given the planning that seems to have gone into the
choice of location, I don’t think any of us are expecting much more in the way of evidence we can work with from forensics. As Jason said, we don’t have the resources to contact family
members of all those missing people at the moment. It would be a long shot anyway, given we would be assuming it belongs to someone local who has been reported missing. For now we’re going to
release these stills to the media and ask for a hand . . .’

He was cut off as the assembled officers collectively started to laugh.

He raised his voice to talk over them. ‘All right, all right. You know what I mean. We don’t have a clear facial image but perhaps someone will recognise something about the outfit?
I’ve already been in contact with someone from the BBC and they think it will make it onto the local news this lunchtime. The press office are drafting a full release that can go to the
others.’ He paused and looked at Jessica and Reynolds to see if they had anything to add. When it was clear they didn’t, he spoke again. ‘Does anyone have any ideas?’

Jessica knew some of the best leads they’d had over the years had come because of random suggestions from officers in briefings such as this. Some senior detectives would prefer ideas to
be brought to them in private so they could take partial credit but Cole wasn’t one for pecking orders. As it was, everyone seemed as baffled as they were. There were a few questions about
the finger that was missing from the hand and a couple of thoughts about what could have happened to the rest of the body – and whether the person it came from was still alive – but no
one really knew anything.

When the ideas had dried up, Cole shushed everyone and spoke again. ‘I have to remind you about the community engagement programme.’ He stopped as a groan sounded from the floor.
Jessica wanted to join in but just about stopped herself. ‘All right, calm down. Don’t shoot the messenger. This has come from a lot higher up than me. I know there have been a few
emails going around but, with the summer upon us, things are about to move fully into action. Essentially the idea is for us to get more involved with local projects in order to portray us all in a
better light.’

There were more complaints from the floor as the DCI struggled to speak over the top of people. He eventually stopped, standing with his hands on his hips waiting for people to quieten down. He
reminded Jessica of an old geography teacher she’d had who would stand and wait for silence. Her class had once wasted twenty-five minutes of a lesson as the teacher did nothing but glare at
them in silence from the front of the room.

Finally the chatter dropped and the chief inspector continued. ‘As I was saying, the idea is to place us more centrally in the community. Before the schools break up we will be attending a
couple of careers days to talk to the students. There’s also a summer fete-type event where we’ll have a stall and be available for people to chat to, plus we’re upping the number
of community meetings we hold. There’s a volunteers sheet outside my office so if anyone wants to get involved then put yourself down. If there aren’t enough people interested,
I’m going to have to assign people myself.’ As more complaints sounded out, he finally lost his temper, raising his voice. ‘All right, shut up. The next person to speak instantly
gets volunteered for everything.’ He paused, lowering his voice. ‘I know it’s not ideal but it might not be a bad idea, given the publicity we’ve had in recent years. Now
stop moaning and wait for your jobs.’

Jessica could think of a few stories in the local press over the past two years that hadn’t exactly painted them in a good light. She had no intentions of signing up for anything but
wasn’t convinced anyone else would either, given the apathy around the room. With her position there was every chance Cole would tell her to get involved whether she wanted to or not. It
wasn’t that she was against the overall idea behind the policy but she wasn’t massively keen on associating with the general public at the best of times, let alone when she would have
to act as some sort of representative.

The chief inspector divided people up into various teams and then sent everyone on their way. Jessica first went to help the press office but, after speaking to two different television
stations, things had gone quiet. Her own office was on the ground floor near to the canteen. When she first moved in a couple of years before, DS Reynolds, as he was at the time, occupied it and
had done for a while. After he moved into his own office a couple of months ago following his promotion, Jessica had enjoyed the large room to herself.

As she walked through the door, DS Cornish was in Reynolds’s old chair closest to the entrance. Jessica’s own desk was at the back of the room and, as usual, the items she was
working on were scattered around the floor, the tops of filing cabinets and her own desk. Her messiness was well-known and ridiculed around the station.

The woman was typing on her keyboard but quickly stood as Jessica opened the door. She turned to face Jessica, speaking quickly and offering her hand. ‘Hi, it’s DS Daniel,
isn’t it? I hope this is okay? The chief inspector told me this would be my new office and the desk was free.’