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part of the search for Karen.’
    â€˜How many are there?’
    â€˜In the Foyle Command area alone we have sixty-six. We’d seen most.’
    â€˜Any black dog owners?’ Burns asked, with a laugh.
    â€˜Actually one of the offenders we’ve yet to see has,’ Lucy said.
    â€˜Maybe make him a priority for a visit. What’s he called?’
    â€˜Eugene Kay. He prefers Gene.’
    â€˜Does he, now?’ Burns asked, noting the name. ‘If you and Tom could follow up on it and let me know your thoughts, I’d appreciate it. The ACC has already approved your working alongside us on this.’
    Lucy stood to leave, then stopped. ‘There’s something about the timing of the trains last night,’ she said. ‘The previous train passed there at ten, so the body would have been—’
    Burns raised a hand to stop her. ‘We’re already on top of that.’
    â€˜There’s also the metal theft,’ she added. ‘There’s every chance that whoever was cutting those cables may have seen who brought Karen down to the tracks. Considering the timing of the trains. The previous train ran—’
    â€˜We’re on that too,’ Burns commented, smiling. ‘We’re following it up.’
    â€˜A gang robbed the cemetery the night before, too,’ Lucy said. ‘They could be the same people.’
    Burns looked at her. ‘
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I didn’t know,’ he said. ‘But it could be useful. Tara, maybe you’d contact the local scrapyards and see if anyone’s been selling stuff they shouldn’t. Mickey, I want you to contact the school and see what you can find out about the girl from there. Ian, check if the CCTV system in the city centre picked up any activity around St Columb’s Park last night. OK?’
    There were general murmurs of agreement as the team got up to leave. Lucy could sense Tara’s annoyance as she shoved her seat under the table and left the room.
    Before leaving, Lucy approached Burns. ‘I’ll update Inspector Fleming, sir,’ she said.
    Burns smiled. ‘That’s fine.’
    Still she stood and did not leave.
    Burns’s smile faltered a little. ‘Is there something you want to ask me?’ he said, uncertainly.
    â€˜I was wondering about the state of the Alan Cunningham investigation, sir,’ she said, finally.
    â€˜Remind me,’ he said, his fingers interlinking, his joined hands resting on the notebook in front of him on the desk.
    â€˜He set fire to his partner’s house in Foyle Springs last year. The parent, Catherine Quigg, and her daughter Mary were killed. The baby, Joe, survived.’
    â€˜I remember reviewing the file before I started here,’ Burns said. ‘My recollection is that it hit the three-month flag without progress and was relegated. This Cunningham character went over the border, is that right?’
    Lucy nodded. ‘To Donegal initially.’
    â€˜I’ve a feeling I read there was intelligence on the ground that he’d settled in Limerick, but we asked the Guards to follow it up and they got nothing. The inquiries here hit a dead end, too. There was a suggestion that Cunningham was being protected. His family were well known Republicans.’
    â€˜I see.’
    â€˜Why?’
    â€˜I knew the girl who died. She’d come to our attention in the days before her death. She called me on the night she died, but I didn’t get the call until ... until after.’
    â€˜I see,’ Burns repeated.
    â€˜I was just wondering if any progress had been made.’
    â€˜None, I’m afraid,’ Burns said. ‘Nor will there be any until Cunningham comes back over the border, or makes a public appearance in the south so that the Guards can get to him. But I’ll double check for you. As I say, I just reviewed the more recent open files. I might have missed something.’
    Somehow, Lucy doubted