It was the car boot full of blood that had done it. Brooks kept coming back to it in the transcripts, time and time again. DCI Brooks: Stop messing us about Ken, we know you did it. Wiseman: I told you! It was a Roe Deer, OK? Found it at the side of the road. DCI Brooks: Do you seriously expect me to believe-- Wiseman: It was still twitching. I took it home and butchered it. DCI Brooks: They found human blood in there too, you idiot. Wiseman: Mine. It was mine. Bloody deer kicked out when I hefted it into the boot, didn't it? Got me right in the face. Bled all over the place. Logan flicked through to the forensic reports. According to the lab, the samples were too degraded for a positive identification, the DNA test inconclusive. They'd tried again in ninety-five, fighting Wiseman's appeal. DNA testing had come on a bit since 1990, but the only human blood they could extract from the evidence shared so many markers with Wiseman's own that even an idiot defence lawyer could have poked holes in the prosecution case. So good old Detective Chief Inspector Brooks had tried to suppress the evidence. The defence managed to get hold of it anyway and that was it - case dismissed. Wiseman's original confession was given pride of place at the very back of the file, in its own clear plastic evidence pouch, obviously typed by someone with more fingers than brain cells:
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