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reliance on coke instead of trying to help him on the quiet. But since thedeath of Inspector Andreas Houten over a year ago and the subsequent cover-up of the murder by Smit, their relations had never recovered.
    ‘Wanna rifle through his wallet?’ said the forensic, jolting Jaap back to the present.
    ‘What’s there?’ he asked, stepping over.
    A tornado of flies circled the body, he could hear their buzzing.
    ‘Usual stuff. His driving licence says he’s called Martin Teeven. And …’ said the forensic handing it over ‘… several thousand euros.’
    Jaap took the wallet, the brown leather still shiny. It looked brand new. He noticed the lack of any kind of card. He did a quick count of the cash, well over three thousand euros, and a fistful of receipts.
    It’s usually only dealers who have this kind of cash on them
, he thought as he turned to the receipts.
    ‘Hey, look at this,’ said the forensic.
    Jaap looked down to where he was pointing. The trouser leg on the dead man’s left calf was rolled up. An ankle holster made of cheap black leather which looked like it was missing a knife. There was a roundel on the top strap, black plastic with the outline of an eagle in gold.
    ‘Pity he wasn’t carrying it today, might have been useful when he was attacked.’
    The first victim had owned a gun but had not had it on him, and the second victim owned a knife but again had not been carrying. Unless whoever killed him had taken it.
    Jaap turned back to the receipts. The name on one ofthem caught his attention. It was a cafe on Bloemgracht, about twenty metres away from where his houseboat was moored.
    ‘How about we split it?’ said the forensic. ‘I mean, he’s not going to need it, is he? I could use a couple hundred for tonight. Flash it around a bit, impress the date.’
    Jaap ignored him.
    He’d just checked the other receipts.
    And his mouth was now Sahara-dry.
    He wondered if the forensic would notice his fingers. See the tremor there.
    Of the fourteen, twelve were from the same cafe, going back over the last five days.
    He turned to the driving licence.
    The name was familiar, as was the face.
    It took him a few moments to remember exactly.
    But then it came.
    Jaap had arrested him over eight years ago. He’d testified at the trial, where Teeven had protested his innocence.
    Jaap could hear someone calling his name – one of the journalists asking for a comment – but he ignored him, thinking about the trial, remembering the two days with startling clarity.
    Remembering the moment the judge announced Teeven was going down for murder and the look Teeven shot him.
    Remembering, in a weird kind of slow motion like he was underwater, the threat Teeven had mouthed across the courtroom as he was led away.

8
    Saturday, 8 May
16.59
    ‘You’re going to want to see this,’ Tanya said as Smit tried to tell her he was busy.
    He looked at her for a second, then motioned back into his office, moved round his desk, sat down, and ran his hand over his head.
    When she’d first transferred down to Amsterdam Smit had been large, but looking at him now she realized that he’d changed, lost weight. His face was thinner, and his body was almost lean-looking, helped by the well cut suit he was wearing. She knew people called him The Eel behind his back, a reference to both his slippery nature and the fact that his corpulent body had been the very opposite of an eel’s. But with the lost weight it was starting to sound less ironic.
    There was a smell which Tanya couldn’t quite place. Something floral, like lavender. Or roses.
    ‘Make it quick. I’ve got to brief the mayor on what’s going on with these beheadings. And it looks like something else as well?’
    ‘I don’t think you’re going to want to brief them on this just yet,’ said Tanya, sitting in the chair opposite his desk. ‘It really is one of us.’
    Smit exhaled and flicked something Tanya couldn’t see off his desk.
    ‘There was me hoping