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Dead Tomorrow

Dead Tomorrow

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Autoren: Peter James
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finished the report, he continued, ‘Our first priority is to establish the young man’s identity. All we know at this stage is that he was in his mid-teens, and his internal organs appear to have been professionally removed. A fingerprint check on the UK database has proved negative. DNA has been sent to the lab on a three-day turnaround, but as that takes us into the weekend, we won’t get their report until Monday, but I doubt whether we’ll get a hit.’
    He paused for a moment. Then he addressed DS Moy.
    ‘Bella, I need you to get the dental photographs out. It’s a massive task, but we’ll start local and see what we get.’
    ‘There is a designated charted area for burials at sea, right, chief?’ Norman Potting said.
    ‘Yes, fifteen nautical miles east of Brighton and Hove–it’s a burial ground for everyone from Sussex,’ Roy Grace replied.
    ‘Don’t the prevailing winds and currents run west to east?’ the DS continued. ‘I remember that from geography lessons when I was at school.’
    ‘Around the time they built the ark?’ quizzed Bella, who was not a Norman Potting fan.
    Grace gave her a stern, cautioning look.
    ‘Norman’s right,’Nick Nicholl said. ‘I used to do a bit of sailing.’
    ‘It would take some storm to move a body that far in a few days,’ Potting said, ‘if it was weighted down. I just spoke to the coastguard. He’d need to see the weights, then he could try to plot a movement path.’
    ‘Tania Whitlock’s on that already,’ Grace said. ‘But we need to speak to all the organ transplant coordinators in the UK and see if we can find a connection with our teenager. Norman, I’d like to task you with that. We already have one negative, from the Royal Sussex County Hospital.’
    Potting nodded and made a note on his pad. ‘Leave it with me, chief.’
    ‘We can’t rule out the possibility that the body came from another county, can we?’ Bella Moy asked.
    ‘No,’ Grace said. ‘Or from another country. I would like you to speak to our counterparts in the ports of France bordering the English Channel. Also, Spain should be checked out as a priority.’ He explained his reasons.
    ‘I’ll get on to it straight away.’
    ‘We don’t yet know the cause of death, right?’ Nick Nicholl asked.
    ‘No. I want you to do a trawl with Crime Intelligence Bureaux around the country and see if you can find any other cases of a similar nature. And I want you to check the Mispers list for Sussex, Kent and Hampshire for any possible match to our Unknown Male.’
    That was a big task, he knew. Five thousand people were reported missing in Sussex alone each year–although the majority were missing for only a short time.
    Then he handed Emma-Jane Boutwood a folder. ‘These are the briefing notes we were given in September in Las Vegas, at the International Homicide Investigators’ Association Symposium,on the headless and limbless torso of a boy, believed to be Nigerian, pulled from the Thames in 2001 missing his vital organs. The case is unsolved, but it’s almost certainly a ritual killing of some kind. Take a look through and see if there are any comparisons with our young man.’
    ‘Has anyone checked the dredge area to see if there is any evidence down there?’ Potting asked.
    ‘The SSU are going out at first light. Glenn will be with them.’ He looked at his colleague.
    Branson grimaced back at him. ‘Shit, chief, I did tell you this morning, I don’t really do boats very well. They’re, like, way out of my comfort zone. I threw up the last time I went on a Channel ferry. And that was dead calm. The forecast’s crap for tomorrow.’
    ‘I’m sure our budget will stretch to seasickness pills,’ Grace said breezily.

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    Forget seasickness , GlennBranson thought. The speed humps along the southern perimeter road of Shoreham Harbour were really doing it for his stomach. Those, combined with a bad hangover and an early-morning row with his wife, kicked him off on this Friday morning in a mood that was a long way south of sunny. It was as dark as the grim, grey, early-morning sky through his windscreen.
    To his left he drove past a long, deserted pebble beach, to his right were the big, ugly, industrial structures, the warehouses, gantries, stacks of containers, conveyor belts, barbed-wire fences, power station, bunkering station and storage yards of a commercial seaport.
    ‘I’m working, for fuck’s sake, aren’t I?’ he said into the hands-free.
    ‘I

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