Turner nodded. 'The main issue with this killing, which certainly bears the marks of a professional, is its links with the White Devil case. Dave Cummings was injured in the legs by the devil's sister, Sara Robbins. Those wounds were replicated, and the shots to the head mirror those which killed her brother. CSIs have found various traces including mud and wool fibers, but Matt Wells, who found the body, and his friends were in the house not long after the murder. The likelihood is most of the traces came from them.'
Dr. Redrose looked at Karen. 'I take it Matt Wells's friends are also-how shall I put it?-out of circulation?'
Oaten caught his eye and nodded. 'And just to be clear, I have had no contact with Matt Wells since we took him to the Yard after his friend's death, apart from a phone call when I urged him to come in.' She looked around, challenging them all with her eyes, but no one spoke. 'Go on, Taff.'
'It appears Dave Cummings opened the door to his killer-there's no sign of a break-in. It's impossible to be sure, but the likelihood is that the killer was in some sort of disguise, maybe as a postman.'
DI Neville swallowed a laugh. 'What? He-or rather, she-was wearing a postie's uniform under the leathers?'
'Have you got a better idea?' Turner demanded.
DCI Younger raised a hand. 'It strikes me that there's no evidence to connect the killer of Mary Malone-and Sandra Devonish, for that matter-with the person who shot Dave Cummings. The modus operandi is different, there was none of the devil-worship paraphernalia, no music playing and no message, in Latin or any other language.' He ran a hand over his gray hair. 'Just a thought.'
'Thanks, Colin,' Karen Oaten said. 'You're quite right. Despite the absence of evidence, I'm sure that Sara Robbins was behind the shooting of Dave Cummings, even if she contracted it out. Apart from the Latin reference to the devil, there is indeed no direct evidence that Sara Robbins murdered the two crime writers.'
DI Ozal looked at her. 'But you think she did.'
Oaten remained impassive. 'She's definitely a suspect, Inspector. I don't think Matt would…Matt Wells would have gone underground with his friends if there hadn't been a direct threat of some kind.'
Superintendent Paskin nodded. 'I know what the newspapers are saying, stirred up by another crime writer as far as I can see. But do you really think Wells has been in touch with Sara Robbins?'
All eyes were on Karen Oaten. 'Vice versa, I'd say.'
'Why would she do that?' Paskin asked.
'Because she's emulating her brother-you'll remember he sent Matt texts to work on. I think Sara Robbins is doing something similar, her aim ultimately being to kill Matt in revenge for what happened to her brother.'
'As far as I recall,' Paskin said, 'three unknown men killed the White Devil. Wasn't there a hint they were Special Forces?'
Oaten nodded. 'Matt had to be careful about that in his book.'
'What if Sara Robbins is after them, too?' Amelia Browning asked.
Neville laughed. 'I'd like to see a woman try to take out three SAS types.'
Oaten ignored that and continued to look thoughtfully at Amelia. She twitched her head. 'Superintendent Paskin,' she said. 'Maybe you could tell us how you're getting on with the four murders in your area.'
The superintendent gave her an avuncular smile. 'We've arrested another Turk for the murder of Mehmet Saka, the first victim. There was a family feud and the killing doesn't appear to have any connection with the subsequent ones. The second, the Kurd Nedim Zinar, was an enforcer of sorts for the King.'
'Of sorts?' asked Dr. Redrose.
'Well, he was a big softy really, wasn't he, Mustafa?'
DI Ozal gave a solemn nod. 'Even some of the ethnic Turks liked him. He used to help people out.' He glanced at his boss. 'We used him as an informer occasionally.'
'Could that have been a motive for his murder?' Turner asked.
'I doubt it, Taff,' Ron Paskin said. 'I'd say he was chosen because he was an easy target.'
'Easy?' Amelia Browning said, screwing her eyes up. 'He was over six feet and sixteen stone. Whoever stabbed him must have had some nerve, let alone strength.'
'True enough,' the superintendent said. 'What I meant was that it would have been easy to establish his routine. He parked his car in a conveniently quiet alley.'
'It was one of your lot, wasn't it?' DI Neville said to DI Ozal. 'The Turks hate the Kurds. They told me that when I was on my holidays there.'
Paskin put a heavy hand on Ozal's arm. 'You're oversimplifying, Inspector,' he said, his eyes cold. 'Mustafa here has his ear to the ground. He'd have heard if this was a gang killing.'
'You're saying it wasn't?' Neville asked. 'What about the other bodies you've got? They're all gang- related.'
'Thank you, DI Neville,' Oaten said. 'Go on, guv.'
Paskin took a deep breath. 'Right, Karen. To finish on Nedim Zinar, the presence of ammunition in his vehicle suggests he was carrying a weapon, probably a pistol. It wasn't found at the scene. The CSIs weren't able to identify any prints from the time of the murder. And, surprise, surprise, there were no witnesses.'
'The killer gets a handgun,' Neville said. 'And, guess what? Two people are shot dead.'
Ozal glared across the table at the Homicide West man. 'There's no proof that the weapon taken from Zinar was used in the killings of Aro Izady and the Wolfman.'
'All right, calm down,' Oaten said. 'Guv?'
The superintendent gave her a long-suffering look. 'The body of Aro Izady, a cousin of the King and one of his numbers men, was found in a basement used by the Turkish Shadow gang. He'd been shot in the head at close range.'
'We think two other men were present,' Inspector Ozal said, taking up the story. 'One was Faik Jabar, also linked to the King-a witness saw him getting into Izady's car. The other, we haven't been able to identify beyond the fact that he had a beard.'
'There was blood from another person at the scene,' the pathologist put in. 'It seems this Jabar was also shot, though not fatally.'
Ozal nodded. 'Quite so, Doctor. There were bloodstains in the room and on the stairs outside, as well as two 9 mm cartridges. Faik Jabar has not been seen since. One of our informers said that he had been picked up by the Shadows and was being, as he put it, cross-examined.'
'You mean tortured,' Neville said.
'Well done, Inspector,' Paskin said, without audible irony. 'We have a witness who saw a young man with a bandage on his hand and blood on his legs come out of a house in Stoke Newington with a mustachioed man. Tests on blood found there show the same group as that found in the Shadow store, and the DNA will confirm that, I'm sure. As they were getting into a green Opel Astra, the well-known Shadow enforcer known as the Wolfman-we don't know his real name-came running down the street to stop them. A woman-or possibly not-in a burqa shot him three times. No one realized straightaway what had happened, which means a silencer was used. By the time people had got to the Wolfman he was dead-three shots to the chest-and his killer had vanished. I'm guessing she-or he-had a car around the corner. The young man and the other man with the mustache drove off in the Astra.'
'What do you think about the use of the burqa by the killer, DI Ozal?' Karen Oaten asked.
'It's a first, at least in this country,' the inspector replied. 'As to the shooter's gender, you wouldn't find many Muslim men who would willingly put it on.'
'How about non-Muslims?' Younger asked. 'Could one of the other gangs be involved? White villains or Yardies?'
'It's possible,' Paskin said, 'but there's no evidence for it.'
'Seems a dead cert to me,' Luke Neville said. 'The Wolfman-crazy name-kills the Kurd Nedim Zinar. Next up, he puts on a false beard and coerces Izady into driving up Green Lanes, collecting the young guy on the way. There's obviously something said in the basement and the young guy kills the older guy. Then the Wolfman shoots him dead and the other young guy in the hand, and takes him prisoner. Then the King's men get on Wolfie's tail and set up the burqa hit.' He looked around. 'Bingo. Cases closed.'
Ozal laughed. 'Very clever. The problem is, we haven't heard a whisper from any of our snouts to back that up.'
