Not Dead Enough

witnesses to come forward, particularly anyone who knew either woman and had seen her in the last few days. He stated, also, that he was keen to talk to anyone who had seen anything suspicious near either murder scene.
    Having concluded all he wanted to say about the murders at this stage, Grace then asked those present if they had any questions.
    A female voice, someone at the back whom Grace could not see, shouted out, ‘We understand there is a serial killer at large. Can you reassure us that the people of Brighton and Hove are safe, Detective Superintendent?’
    Grace had the usual problem of what to do with his hands, well aware that his body language was as important as what he said. Resisting the temptation to clasp his hands in front him, he dropped them firmly to his sides, and leaned into the microphone. ‘At present there is nothing to indicate that this is a serial killer. But people should take care and be a little more vigilant than usual.’
    ‘How can you say this isn’t a serial killer, when two women have been murdered within twenty-four hours of each other?’ demanded a squeaky-voiced old stringer for a bunch of provincial papers. ‘Detective Superintendent Grace, can you give an assurance to young women living in Brighton that they are safe?’
    A bead of perspiration dropped, stinging, into Grace’s right eye. ‘I think it best now that my colleagues, who are here to talk about community issues, respond to that,’ he said, looking first at Alison Vosper and then at Ken Brickhill.
    They nodded and the Chief Superintendent then said, in his no-nonsense voice, ‘No one can ever give a 100 percent guarantee like that in a modern city. But police and local community leaders are doing everything they can, with additional resources, to catch the killer – or killers.’
    ‘So it might be one person responsible for both killings?’ the reporter persisted.
    Evasively, Brickhill replied, ‘If anyone has concerns they should contact the police. Police patrols are going to be increased. Anyone who sees anything suspicious should contact us. We don’t want the public to panic. A lot of resources have been allocated to the investigation and we are doing everything to ensure the citizens of Brighton and Hove are safe.’
    Then Kevin Spinella, who was standing a short distance away, at the front of the pack, said, ‘Are you not going to admit, Detective Superintendent, that there is a crazed serial killer at large in Brighton somewhere?’
    Grace responded calmly by reiterating the overview from both murder scenes. Then he continued by adding, ‘We are still in the early stages of our investigation, but there would appear to be some similarities between the two cases, yes.’
    ‘Detective Superintendent, do you have a prime suspect?’ asked a young reporter from the Mid-Sussex Times .
    ‘We are following a number of lines of inquiry and every day we are getting more information in. We would like to thank the public for all the information they have supplied so far. At this moment our teams are sifting through a large volume of phone calls and we are waiting for forensic results back from the labs. We have detectives working around the clock to identify who is responsible and bring them to justice.’
    ‘So what you are saying,’ Kevin Spinella said, in a loud, important voice, ‘is that people in Brighton and Hove should lock themselves in their houses and not go out until the killer has been caught.’
    ‘No,’ Grace retorted, ‘that’s not what we are saying. The police have no idea who or where the killer of either woman is, and all women must be at risk. But that does not mean anyone needs to panic.’ He turned to his chief. ‘I’ll let Assistant Chief Constable Vosper respond to that in more detail.’
    If looks could kill, Vosper’s smile would have sliced Grace open and then disembowelled him.
    A solidly built earth mother standing near the back called out loudly, ‘Assistant Chief Constable, will you be allowing Detective Superintendent Grace to consult a medium?’
    There was a titter of laughter. The woman had touched a raw nerve. Maintaining a poker face, Grace smiled inwardly, watching Alison Vosper’s sudden discomfort and really quite enjoying it. He had been pilloried over a previous case, a few months back, when it had come out in court that he had taken a shoe, a key piece of evidence in a murder trial, to a medium. The press had had a field day. And so had