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us lock you up and throw away the key for good you sick fuck.’
    O’Driscoll’s expression suddenly changed, utter terror entering his features.  He started to shake his hands in their restraints, trying to loosen them as he stood up suddenly, tipping his chair as he did.
    ‘You can’t open the bags.  They will escape.  You can’t break the seal on the bags or the demons will escape and these women’s sacrifice will all have been in vain!’ he screamed at Bentley, spittle flying from his mouth with the pleading words.
     
    Bentley stood back, out of the way of O’Driscoll’s flailing hands.  Hands which were trying to yank the dull grey table that was bolted to the floor in order to get closer to Bentley and Tait.  Hands that shook it so hard, Bentley’s Celtic mug toppled over, spilling the coffee.  DC Tait backed out of her seat too, the two detectives slowly moving towards the door. 
    ‘You mustn’t!  You must not break the seal on those bags!’ screamed O’Driscoll, more a forceful order than an imploring request this time, his whole person now wracked with intense broiling animosity and, with unnatural strength for such a small, frail man, he still tried to pull the table from the floor, shaking his bindings furiously.
    Bentley opened the door to the interview room and shouted on one of the Officers in the corridor.  ‘Can you get someone to come and restrain this nutter now!  You might want to get a shrink in as well.  He’s definitely one sail short of a yacht.’
    ‘You will be judged and damned to suffer an eternity in hell if you release those Demons into the world!  You will be judged!’ screamed O’Driscoll after Bentley, banging the table furiously with his bleeding palms.
    ‘No mate, it’s you who will be judged and sent down for a long time, in with the nonces and rapists who will bugger your sick, twisted arse to damnation.’ countered Bentley as he and DC Tait left the room, pulling the door closed behind them, cutting out O’Driscoll’s screeching rant.
    ‘Jesus Sir, it sounds as though he really believes there are Demons in those bags.’ Tait said incredulously as they walked down the corridor of interview rooms back toward the main Incident Room. 
    ‘That’s belief for you Tait.  Especially fucking Catholics.  He’s a fag short of a packet, make no mistake.’  Bentley replied, a pensive expression on his agitated, sweating features.
    Le Fenwick was approaching them from the other end of the corridor with a determined stride.  ‘Bentley, we need to talk, now!’ he said firmly as he stopped in front of them, halting their progress.
    ‘Oh fuck man, what the hell is it, we’ve got a madman and seven tossing murders to investigate, not to mention a bloody suicide, so make it quick.’ 
    ‘This is particularly relevant to the investigation.  It’s particularly relevant to you.’ Le Fenwick replied, standing firm and ignoring the disdain in Bentley’s tone.
    ‘What do you mean, relevant to me?’  Bentley questioned, his whole manner suddenly becoming guarded.
    ‘When we were examining the plastic bag that was used to asphyxiate Heather Scott we found a hair from your dog.’ imparted Le Fenwick factually, with measured concern.
    Bentley looked at him incredulously, then at Tait with the same expression, annoyance rising in the rouge that ruddied his pock marked cheeks.  He looked down at his hair covered coat, then back up at Le Fenwick.  ‘Aye Dick.  That will be from my fuckin coat.  I was at the crime scene in case you’d forgotten you daft twat.’  Bentley hissed, taking a step forward ready to push past Le Fenwick.
    Le Fenwick stood firm, raising two conciliatory hands in front of him.  ‘I get that Fenny, and believe me I wish it was that simple.  The problem is, we found the hair inside the sealed bag.’

 
    Chapter 6
    She had another baby.  What kind of relationship did we have where she felt she couldn’t talk to me about that?