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Kite overhea rd Summers say to Watts, ‘We’re not even sure The Phantom is responsible, sir.’
    ‘ What?’ Watts said in a lowered voice. Wherever he was, he didn’t want people to listen to what he was about to say. ‘Listen, Summers, at this moment in time, our number one suspect is The Phantom, understood? The last thing I need is the press reporting another murderer is on the loose, it will only cause panic.’
    And there it was, a s Summers had thought.
    Certain murder cases, those going cold with no real evidence and no chance of being solved, were being attributed to The Phantom. It was the Chief’s way of purging paperwork, maybe. This would, or could, explain the five cases Summers had separated from the seventeen she was given earlier that day. It didn’t mean that The Phantom was not responsible, but it would be harder to prove, even circumstantially, that they are all linked. The best bet in clearing up this situation, is to gather concrete evidence against the killer, and hope he confesses, taking responsibility for all his murders. The cases leftover could then be passed to the Cold Case Department for further investigation, or dropped off the radar completely.

15
    Natalie hit the call button on the phone in her hand. She wanted to tell Ben to come home so they could sort things out. She wanted him to know that, although she had obviously done a very bad thing, that their relationship was worth fighting for.
    She wanted him to know that he would never find he r in bed with another man again, but she also wanted him to admit, that by not keeping her satisfied sexually, he was partly to blame for what had happened earlier that day.
    The phone rang three rings before being forwarded to answer machine.
    BEEP
    ‘ Well don’t answer the fucking phone then, Ben. See if I give a shit.’
    She always had trouble keeping her cool, especially when she was at risk of losing something she wanted, or getting something she didn’t want.
    She didn’t want to leave Ben’s house, she had spent over two years getting the décor just as she wanted it. It really was a comfortable place to live and in a good location. Neither did she want Ben to find out she was a whore, she wasn’t ashamed as such, but knew keeping things discreet was better for business.
    She stomped from the lounge and into the bedroom, grabbed a suitcase from beside the wardrobe and slung it open on the bed. She looked at the empty case and her designer clothes, hung up in order of colour. Could she walk away? Could she not keep her cool, convince Ben it was a one off and get things back on track?
    She casually filled the case whilst pondering over what to do. By the time it was full of clothes and closed shut, she really didn’t know whether she was going or staying.
    Would Ben be back tonight? Would he even let her stay if he did come back?
    She sat down on the bed, just as she receive d a text message on her phone, her stomach churned as she took it in hand and prepared herself for the response from Ben. But the text wasn’t from her angry boyfriend, it was from Mr Money.
    YOU BUSY?
    Natalie couldn’t do anything about the Ben situation while he wasn’t home and not answering his mobile, so decided she may as well keep herself occupied. She gave Mr Money the response he was hoping for.

16
    Ben was shattered. The events of the day were taking their toll.
    It isn’t every day you lose your job. It’s not every day that you discover first hand that your loved one is cheating on you. For most, committing a double murder will never happen. Then on top of all that, Ben had his mother insinuating that his father was an infamous serial killer.
    He was exhausted.
    He had strong doubts that the anger management meeting would be of any benefit to his situation, but after loitering outside for a few minutes and realising he didn’t have anywhere else to go, he found himself sat down in the back row of the civic centre meeting room.
    T he room