running a good team.’

The new man nodded round the room, trying to make eye contact with as many officers as possible. Cooper saw several of his colleagues freeze like rabbits caught in car headlights, their social skills failing them disastrously when faced with suddenly conflicting demands from two equal-ranking senior officers. Kessen must have thought he had walked into a waxworks

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from the amount of response he got. With the right lighting, it would have made a tableau for the chamber of horrors.

It was always a bit awkward when new bosses came. But it had been Stewart Tailby’s own decision to move on, to take up a desk job at headquarters. So he could hardly object to the new man’s arrival, and he could hardly resist having his successor sitting next to him and addressing his staff. Kessen was too inexperienced to be Senior Investigating Officer on a major enquiry. So until 1% Division got a Detective Superintendent to be its new CID chief, Tailby was trapped. There were others here who had expected to get Tailby’s job when he moved, but that was a different matter. It was no use telling (Arm not to be resentful.

‘As some of you know, we have the preliminary results from the postmortem examination of the unidentified body of an adult male found on the A57 Snake Pass,’ said Tailby. ‘As a consequence of those results, we have opened a murder enquiry. I appreciate that all of you here have other enquiries on which you’re engaged, and I don’t need telling that we’re

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short of manpower. We’re hoping to get some help from other divisions, and the Chief is on the phone right now. But I have to

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tell you that everybody seems to be in the same boat as regards

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resources.’

It was true that the room seemed more sparsely occupied than for any major enquirv Cooper could remember. It was ironic that the crisis in manpower should coincide with an unidentified murder victim and a serious assault with multiple suspects. There was a lot of routine slog involved in those cases, and not many people to do it.

‘DI Hitchens and DS Fry will fill you in with what information we have so far,’ said Tailbv.

1 he Snowman’s blue bag was on the table at the front of the conference room, wrapped in latex to preserve it as evidence. Everyone kept glancing at the bag, as if somehow it might tell them everything they needed to know. Paul Hitchens stood up and prodded it with a finger.

‘The bag was found with the body by the snowplough crew,’

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said Hitchens. ‘It’s a common make, though not cheap. One of the first jobs will be to trace shops in the area that sell this type of luggage. Unfortunately, there arc no labels on it, and no contents to help us identify the owner.’

‘The bag was completely empty?’ asked Cooper.

‘There was so much empty space inside this bag, you’d think it was a Derbyshire CID room,’ said Hitchens. ‘Except it smelled better.’

Cooper saw DCI Kesscn’s eves open a little bit wider. He stared at Hitchens, then turned to Tailbv, who ignored him. For the first time that morning, a small smile had crept on to Tailbv’s lace.

‘Somebody went to great lengths to remove evidence of his identity, then,’ said Cooper.

‘Yes and no,’ said Hitchens. ‘They removed the clothes from the bag, but left him with what he was wearing. They took his wallet and maybe his mobile phone, if he had one, but left the contents of his pockets. In fact, why did they leave the bag itself ? If the perpetrators handled it, they were taking a risk. Why not dispose of it with the clothes? It doesn’t really make sense.’

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‘What about missing persons?’ suggested DCI Kessen. ‘I’m sure that’s under control, too,’ said Tailhy. ‘Oi course. Who’s dealing with it. I wonder?’

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Gavin Murfin tentatively raised a hand. His mouth was full of chocolate, and he began to chew a little bit laster as both chief inspectors turned their attention on him.

‘This is Detective Constable Murfin,’ said Tailby.

‘Good afternoon, Murfin,’ said Kessen. ‘DC i/c mispers, eh?’

Murfin’s mouth opened. But all that came out was the sound of masticated food and a faint choking at the back of his throat.

‘Anything worthwhile, Murfin?’ said Tailby.

‘No, sir. There’s a list on file, but nothing that jumps out at you, like.’

‘National forces?’

‘They’ve all been circulated,’ said Murfin. ‘ [here’s some we haven’t had a response from yet.’

‘Keep on to it, Murfin.’

‘Yes, sir.’ Murfin seemed to reali/e that his hand was still in the air. He lowered it, looking round at his colleagues in embarrassment.

‘And who’s the lady?’ said DCI Kessen suddenly, tvervone looked round at the door, wondering who had walked into the room. But there was no one there. Cooper kept his eyes straight ahead and saw DCI Tailbv’s jaw tense. 1 here was only one woman in the room this afternoon, and she was no lady — she was Diane Pry. Eventually, a few officers managed to follow Kessen’s gaze and realized who he was looking at. He was

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