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they’d split up in the first place.
    But it didn’t make her wrong – they were understaffed as it was.
    ‘Okay. I’ll make a couple of calls, see what’s going on.’
    Jaap pocketed his phone – he missed the old clamshell models where you could snap them shut at the end of the call – and looked around. The playground was wedged between two buildings on either side, a wall with primary-coloured murals blocking the far end. One of the images was a large bearded face. It took Jaap a few moments to realize it was probably meant to represent Jesus.
    A Christian school.
    Jaap wondered about his earlier thought, about home-grown terrorists.
    So where are the demands?
he thought.
    Blue lights flickered as more patrol cars turned up, and the new influx of uniforms busied themselves stringing up police tape between lamp posts, and then pushing the journalists behind it.
    Jaap turned back to the body. Like the first, it was dressed in jeans and trainers, but with a football shirt, the red and white of the local team.
    Unlike the first victim though, where Jaap had found the lack of blood disturbing, this one was floating on a lake of the stuff, already going sticky from the look of it.
    ‘Has he got a phone?’ he asked the forensic, who’d already started work.
    He could smell exhaust from one of the TV vans, and he caught snippets of a reporter giving a particularly graphic account to someone over the phone.
    Not that it mattered; anyone with an Internet connection could see the photo. It had been retweeted, which Jaap didn’t understand, but he’d been told by Roemers that the only way to restrict access to it now would be to shut down the entire web.
    Jaap had almost asked him if he could do it.
    The forensic rummaged around in the body’s pockets and extracted a black phone, same model as the earlier body, a wallet and a bunch of keys.
    ‘Gloves?’
    ‘You should have kept the ones from earlier.’
    ‘I figured I didn’t want to cross-contaminate the scene, isn’t that what you lot are always on about?’
    The forensic sighed.
    ‘Lucky for you I replenished my stock before coming out.’
    He pointed to his kit bag a few feet past the perimeter of blood.
    Jaap got some and then took the phone.
    I hope I’m not on this one as well
, he thought as he powered it on.
    But this time it asked for a passcode.
    He bagged it up, he’d have to get the tech department on to that, and stood back from the body.
    Two victims, both killed the same day and their deaths announced on Twitter, which had notified the press. He dialled Frits.
    ‘That tweet,’ he said when Frits picked up. ‘Any chance of it being traced?’
    ‘I already asked someone to look into that, I haven’t heard back yet.’
    ‘Let me know the second you do.’
    ‘The thing is, that whole department is kind of tied up, Tanya’s got some case on and is storming around like a bitch on heat.’
    Jaap had wondered if people at the station had figured out about him and Tanya, but Frits’ tone suggested he hadn’t. And Frits knew everything that went on there, so if he didn’t know, nobody did.
    Unless he’s baiting me
, he thought.
    He toyed with the idea of calling Tanya, who must have got roped into something at the last minute. She was supposed to be going away with a couple of friends today – had been talking about it for weeks – and she’d be mad if she missed that.
    ‘Can you check that someone is doing it though? And what’s this about a missing witness?’
    ‘Oh man. Smit nearly shat his entire insides out when he heard about that. I tell you what, if Kees doesn’t find the guy soon I reckon that’ll pretty much be it for him.’
    ‘Don’t tell me it was Kees who lost him,’ said Jaap, knowing he was going to be disappointed.
    ‘The same.’
    Once he’d hung up Jaap shook his head. It was kind of his fault.
    Kees saved my life
, thought Jaap.
And I thought I was repaying the favour.
    He should have told Smit about Kees’