an angry earful. He got a quote about his Cutter right enough, his story in the Record on the Monday confirmed that, but I was pretty sure Narey in particular also said a few things that couldn’t be printed. She wouldn’t have missed him.
She’d have found the soaked, stinking body of Fiona Raedale. She’d have known who any fingerprint on the till receipt from the Thursday was going to match up to. She’d have made sure they wrung every piece of evidence they could from that receipt. Every print, every bit of DNA, everything that might have passed for a clue.
I knew they’d have studied the CCTV tapes from the store, maybe as much as an hour or two before and after the 14.23 that was shown on the receipt. Everyone who entered and left. Looking for whoever might have purchased a six-pack of lager and a half bottle of whisky from Fiona Raedale’s till in two separate transactions.
They wouldn’t have seen me though because I was never there. Not that day at any rate. If they could have known then they might have seen a jaikie in a dirty, worn overcoat enter the shop about 14.09. They might have seen him leave about 14.24. Maybe if they concentrated on the exit time then they’d have spotted him as the buyer of the lager and the whisky. It still wouldn’t have helped them much though.
I had found my alkie accomplice at a piece of waste-ground five minutes’ walk away from Tesco. He wasn’t hard to convince that he should help me. I gave him a tenner to buy the drink, making it quite clear that he had to buy from the till with the fat woman wearing a badge that said her name was Fiona. He had to buy the drinks separately so that he would have two receipts. When he brought the receipts back to me he could keep the drink and get another tenner for his trouble.
He was already pretty wasted on Buckfast and methadone when I went to him and he’d have been off his face within half an hour of me leaving. There was no way he could remember me even if the cops did track him down.
Anyway, I’d sworn him to secrecy under pain of reprisals and I knew he’d keep to his side of the bargain. He was full of bravado and Buckie but something about me frightened him. Maybe the jaikie could see things that others couldn’t, maybe living on the streets just meant that he scared easily. Either way, he would stay drunk and silent.
The police knew. Imrie knew. Before long all of Glasgow and Scotland and beyond knew too. The Cutter had killed again.
The news couldn’t keep. Imrie being there ensured that. There was no way that they wanted him to claim another scoop and Lewington was in front of TV cameras within an hour. No explanation of how they could be sure, no missing finger, no names, no pack drill. But confirmation all the same. Victim number six. Cue hysteria.
The news had travelled all the way to an empty house somewhere about five minutes from Possil where Alec Kirkwood held seven men in hoods and was halfway through extracting whatever he could from them. Killing Raedale by remote control, being miles away when it happened was supposed to be my alibi when Rachel inevitably came calling. But it turned out to be my alibi to Kirkwood.
I couldn’t know if he’d got a phone call, heard from a rogue cop, heard it on the radio or had been watching Sky News. Didn’t matter. All that mattered, all that saved me and a couple of others from extreme pain was that he found out.
The Cutter had struck again and it could not be any of the poor saps he had lined up tied to chairs. Whoever it was it wasn’t any of them. We were kicked onto the streets without explanation and expected to be glad to be alive.
The next day I was visited at home by Arthur Penman, the accountant that fronted Kirky’s takeover of the taxi business. I was told that it had been a mistake, an unfortunate understanding but that no more was to be said about it. Nothing said to anyone. I didn’t have a job any more though, there had been a couple of redundancies, credit crunch and all that. An envelope was shoved into my hand containing twenty grand in cash. I didn’t need to go in to pick up any of my stuff. My taxi-driving days were over.
CHAPTER 44
Daily Record
4 May 2010
EXCLUSIVE
CUTTER USED NICOTINE POISON
Record reveals method to cops
By Keith Imrie, Chief Reporter
The Cutter brutally killed victim number six using a deadly poison called pure liquid nicotine. The Daily Record can exclusively reveal that the callous serial killer murdered 47-year-old shop worker Fiona Raedale from Summerston using a huge dose of the lethal poison which can kill within minutes. The Tesco sales assistant died in the supermarket giant’s Maryhill store on Saturday in full view of horrified customers. The shop on Maryhill Road was closed for several hours after Ms Raedale died a horrible and very public death while sat at her till serving Saturday afternoon shoppers. The Cutter has now killed six times. His victims are Glasgow lawyer Jonathan Carr (37), bookmaker Billy Hutchison (58), gangland underling Thomas Tierney (26), businessman Wallace Ogilvie (52), dentist Brian Sinclair (32) and Ms Raedale (pictured above). Baffled police have no idea how The Cutter administered the deadly toxin to the shop worker. Unbelievably, officers leading the investigation did not even know that she had been poisoned until informed by the Record! Forensic scientists had been frantically analysing samples of the victim’s blood and other vital fluids to establish a cause of death. However, one officer close to the investigation admitted that they had no clue as to how she was murdered – or even that she had been murdered. Pure liquid nicotine is sometimes used in anti-smoking products but was given to the victim in such a high dosage that death was almost instant. Shocked shoppers watched as Ms Raedale vomited, and lost control of her bodily functions before dying in front of them in excruciating agony. Although deadly, liquid nicotine is incredibly difficult to detect and can easily be overlooked during forensic blood examinations. Strathclyde Police successfully ran tests for liquid nicotine after being advised to do so by the Record. They have thanked us for our public assistance in this matter. We cannot reveal the source of our information but can say that it was from an informed party. Startled shopper James McLenaghan (37) told of his horror at seeing Ms Raedale die. ‘It was terrible. The poor woman started moaning something awful then started shaking. She fell off her chair then there was stuff flooding everywhere. The smell was just horrendous. It only lasted a couple of minutes, maybe less. I was just a few feet away from her. Unbelievable. I know it sounds terrible but it was as if she had exploded. ‘There were people screaming and nobody really knew what was going on. You could see she was dead though. It was obvious. I think a couple of people threw up just looking at her.’ Another customer, Candice Ross (19), was in Ms Raedale’s queue when she died. ‘It was unbelievable. Totally frightening. She just went into this sort of fit and she was throwing up and I think she must have messed herself as well. I was like, this can’t be happening. I was just glad I didn’t have my wee girl with me. I wouldn’t have liked her to see that. It was like something right out of a horror movie. I’ll no be able to sleep for ages. ‘I can’t believe this has happened here. Everybody’s been talking about The Cutter but you don’t think it’s going to happen on your own doorstep. You don’t expect this kind of thing round here. I can’t believe he was here and did this. It’s totally scary.’ The murder of Ms Raedale is the first time that the killer has failed to carry out his trademark barbarous act of severing his victim’s little finger. However, there is no doubt that it was The Cutter that killed her. Instead of sending police a chopped-off finger, the evil killer has sent a chilling and mocking message to bewildered detectives. The Record can exclusively reveal The Cutter posted a Tesco till receipt to DS Rachel Narey, the beleaguered officer who was formerly in charge of the case, and tests on the receipt revealed it bore a fingerprint belonging to Ms Raedale. The murderer is clearly taunting police as he plays a twisted game of hide and seek with them. At the moment, there seems to be only one winner – the evil Cutter. The police have established no link between The Cutter’s victims and are convinced that he has killed indiscriminately. It is also understood that they have found no significant or useful forensic evidence that connects the murders. DI Frank Lewington confirmed that Strathclyde Police are treating the murder as part of The Cutter investigation. ‘We are in possession of information which leads us to believe that Ms Raedale may have been killed by the same person responsible for other murders currently under investigation. We are awaiting a full forensic report but until then we are treating Ms Raedale’s death as highly suspicious. It will be investigated both on its own and also as part of the inquiry into five murders in the city. ‘We urge anyone with any information about the death of Ms Raedale to contact
