Private London

Chapter 32

I shook my head.

‘I can’t see how. Cabrello and Santini were operating independently. Their ties to the East Coast were cut. This was their cock-up, pure and simple. So whoever has her now has nothing to do with that first abduction. That’s the one thing we can be a hundred per cent sure of.’

‘Still no ransom demands?’ asked Sam.

‘Not so far.’

Adrian held up his hand.

‘You don’t have to put your hand up, Adrian.’ I gestured at him to spit out his thoughts.

‘Maybe it isn’t a kidnapping as such.’

‘Go on?’ I prompted.

I knew where he was going with this and I didn’t like it one bit.

‘Maybe it’s not a kidnap for ransom as such, like the last time was. The murder scene I was called out to last night. A young woman… she maybe had organs harvested from her.’

‘Maybe?’

‘We’re waiting on the post-mortem,’ added Wendy Lee.

‘The tip of her wedding finger was missing,’ added Adrian Tuttle.

‘And this relates to Hannah Shapiro how?’ asked Sam.

‘Because it’s not the first time, Sam,’ I said. Facing the fact that it might already be far too late for Hannah.

Wendy Lee nodded and put it out there. ‘It looks like there’s a serial killer,’ she said. ‘In the city. Targeting healthy young women.’

‘Women like Hannah,’ said Adrian Tuttle, looking at the picture of the beautiful young American woman that filled the video screen.