‘Either way, I would have thought you’d be interested in meeting the lowlife who killed Alexia Louszko.’
As she spoke, she opened the back door of the car and gestured to the empty interior.
‘I’ll happily give you a ride, if you can spare the time?’
Charlie acquiesced and before long they were speeding out of the city. Charlie had no fears for her own safety – Sandra McEwan was too smart to target coppers and she certainly wouldn’t abduct them on a busy street full of witnesses – but nevertheless Charlie wondered what game they were playing. She questioned Sandra en route, but her enquiries were met with stony silence. Clearly they were going to have to play it Sandra’s way today.
The car rattle-bumped to a stop on a desolate patch of wasteland overlooking Southampton Water. It had been bought by a foreign property company, but they had run into planning trouble and two years on the ground remained unbroken. It had since become a mecca for fly-tippers and was now liberally decorated with building waste, burnt-out cars and chemical drums.
Sandra opened the door and gestured Charlie out. Irritated, Charlie acquiesced.
‘Where is he then?’
‘Over there.’
Sandra pointed to a burnt-out Vauxhall not fifty yards away.
‘Shall we?’
Charlie hurried towards the vehicle. She now knew exactly what she would find and wanted to get it over with. Sure enough, nestled in the boot of the car was the brutalized body of a young man – one of the Campbells’ thugs no doubt.
‘Terrible, isn’t it?’ Sandra said, without an ounce of pity in her voice. ‘Some kids found him like this and told me. My first thought was to call the police.’
‘I’m sure.’
The man was lying in exactly the same position as Alexia had been when she was found. His face had been caved in and his hands and feet removed in identical fashion too. This was tit-for-tat killing, a message to the Campbells that their aggression would be met head on. An eye for an eye.
‘Your SOC team will find a hammer in his inside coat pocket. Word on the street is that it’s the hammer that killed Alexia. I’m sure your forensics will confirm that for you. Sad to see a man like that, but then perhaps there’s a natural justice in it, eh?’
Charlie snorted and shook her head in disbelief. She had no doubt that McEwan would have been present when the man was tortured and killed, conducting operations with gleeful malice.
‘I’d say that was case closed, wouldn’t you?’
