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Final Edition. V. McDermid L.
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isbn 9780007301829
Автор произведения V. McDermid L.
Жанр Зарубежные детективы
Издательство HarperCollins
V.L. McDERMID
Final Edition
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First published in Great Britain by The Women’s Press Ltd 1991
Copyright © Val McDermid 1991
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Source ISBN: 9780007191765
Ebook Edition © DECEMBER 2014 ISBN: 9780007301829
Version: 2014-12-08
CONTENTS
Glasgow, Scotland, December 1989
Jackie Mitchell stared down at the murdered body of Alison Maxwell, fear and horror mingling in equal measure. Alison was sprawled on the familiar bedroom carpet, limbs crooked, blonde hair spread round her head in a jagged halo. The ravages of strangulation had left her face barely recognisable. The scarf that was wound into a tight ligature round her neck was, however, only too easily identifiable. Jackie would know her own distinctive yellow tartan muffler anywhere. Slowly, with an enormous effort of will, she forced herself to look up.
Jackie gazed round the crowded courtroom, only too aware of the accusing eyes that had already made their judgment about her guilt. The photograph she clutched in her sweating hands was her first sight of Alison Maxwell’s corpse. But she knew that the number of people in the stuffy courtroom who genuinely believed that could be counted on the fingers of one hand. Certainly the fifteen members of the jury, who were flicking through the prosecution’s photograph album with looks of shock, horror and disgust that mirrored her own emotions, were not among them.
The wiry figure of Duncan Leslie, the Advocate Depute charged with presenting the prosecution case against her, paced to and fro across the wood-panelled courtroom as he gently drew every last scrap of damning information from the pathologist in the witness box. ‘And in your opinion,’ Leslie probed in his soft Borders accent, ‘are the features of this case consistent with strangulation by a male or a female?’
The pathologist paused momentarily, glancing towards the dock, refusing to meet Jackie’s pale green eyes. His mouth tightened in disapproval. ‘In my view,’ he said in a clipped voice, ‘I would say that this method of killing would suggest either a woman, or a man who was not very strong.’
‘Would you explain that opinion to the court?’
‘Well, strangulation with a ligature like this scarf requires considerable strength. But the need for brute force is avoided by using