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taking a Stella Artois from the fridge and moving everything through on a tray through to the living room where he watched the early evening news on Channel 4 while he ate.
    Trouble in the Middle East, trouble in Ireland and trouble in Zimbabwe, was followed by party political squabbles at home over farm subsidies. There was a warning about dearer food prices and an ‘and finally’ story about a kitten marooned on a log floating down a river in Kent and the efforts of the emergency services to rescue it. Steven finished eating and switched off.
    The file on Hector Combe related a very different story to that of David Little. Little’s file – up until the time of the computer pornography incident – was a glowing record of personal achievement and academic success; Combe’s recorded a lifetime of mental illness and criminal activity. Born the illegitimate son of a Glasgow prostitute, he had shown a propensity for violence from an early age, being taken into care at the age of seven and failing to fit in with three separate sets of foster parents by the time he was nine. At this point he had already established himself in police records as a juvenile tearaway.
    A teenage life of crime punctuated with periods in various corrective institutes and hospitals had established Combe among the criminal fraternity as a true Glasgow hard man – a man without fear and without conscience. He was assessed by the psychiatric fraternity as a borderline psychopath when he was fourteen and had killed his first victim by the time he was eighteen – a twenty-three year old man who didn’t like the idea of Combe chatting up his girlfriend. Combe had knifed him in the stomach and, according to witnesses, stood over him smiling as his intestines spilled out on to the pavement outside a nightclub in Glasgow.
    Amazingly, Combe had successfully managed to plead self defence after an exercise in witness intimidation carried out by his underworld friends who valued Combe for his powers of enforcement. Anyone threatened with a visit from Hector Combe generally paid up or shut up, whether it was a case of protection money or sorting out ladies of the night who had become a little too keen on privatising their assets.
    Combe had gone to prison for the killing but was out again within five years, the psychiatric board having failed to agree his mental status but deciding to give him the benefit of the doubt in their recommendation to the parole board. It was obvious that the Glasgow police could have helped them out with their assessment of Combe as ‘one evil bastard’ however, this classification had not been recognised in the psychiatric lexicon and Combe had been freed to continue his ‘career’.
    For the next few years Combe had managed to avoid crossing paths with the police, not that he had mended his ways but assault and rape perpetrated by one of their own on their own went largely unreported by criminal society so Combe managed to stay clear of the courts. The prostitutes he was employed to keep in line loathed him but were too afraid to refuse an ‘invitation’ when it came, knowing that if they declined he would have them anyway and it would be twice as bad. In the end they might literally lose their face as one girl had after Combe had taken a knife to her.
    Although not officially on any wanted list, the police kept track of Combe through exchanges of inter-force intelligence. As an enforcer, he occasionally moved around the country, accompanying gang bosses on ‘business trips’ to other cities in the UK. The Glasgow police would inform colleagues as a courtesy when Combe was known to be heading their way.
    This situation had continued until June of 1995 when Combe had developed an obsession with a girl outside the criminal fraternity who worked in a flower shop in the centre of Glasgow. At first she had been flattered by Combe’s lavish attention: money was no object in his line of work and fast cars and good restaurants