The Face That Must Die

RAZOR KILLER CAUGHT

At first she hardly dared read on. She hadn’t been able to read any of the reports of Mr Craig’s death. But if the headline meant what it seemed to mean – Her gaze snatched nervously at the words. By the time she reached the living-room she was smiling. “They’ve caught him,” she said.

All three stared silently. “The man who did the killings,” she stammered, excited. “The police have got him. They’re sure he’s the one.”

“ Well, fine. About time,” Peter said.

His parents were less easily convinced. They read the report together, frowning. Eventually his father looked up. “That does seem satisfactory, I’ll admit.” His relief prompted him to say “Shall we have a game of whist?”

Peter’s mother shook her head at her son; her forehead stayed pinched. “It still isn’t a nice area. I don’t like to think of you living there.”

“ We aren’t going to stay there forever. But Christ, nothing else is going to happen.” He grimaced at her, annoyed by her concern. “Nobody else is going to be killed.”