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seeing me at such short notice,’ said May. ‘You’ve read about the recent murder in Southville?’

      ‘Yes. Ghastly. I thought about poor Billy when I read it. You think it’s the same person? It’s what the papers think, isn’t it?’

      May studied the woman. She sounded genuine, and nothing about her body language suggested otherwise. ‘I can’t comment on that. We’re speaking to everyone who was in halls on the night Billy Nolan’s body was discovered. I read your statement from that time.’

      Callaghan struggled to keep eye contact with May. Her eyes darted upwards, as if replaying that night in her head. ‘I was asleep when all the commotion happened, thank God. I never saw him. Christ, am I thankful for that. I can imagine it really fucked most people up. Oh, sorry, excuse my language.’

      May waved her hand dismissing the apology.

      ‘This one girl, Laura, she could barely speak. Her whole body was shaking. I remember putting my arm around her. She buzzed. It’s the only word I can use to describe it. It was like touching someone who’d had an electric shock. Her parents collected her the day after. I never saw her again. I’d known her for three years at University and that was that.’

      ‘It says on your file you had a boyfriend at the time?’

      Callahan shifted in her chair. ‘Michael,’ she said, a slight lilt to her voice.

      ‘Yes, Michael…Lambert,’ said May, pretending to glance at her notes.

      ‘Poor guy,’ said Siobhan. ‘He was the one who found Billy. Broke down his door. Have you spoken to him about it?’

      May nodded.

      Siobhan’s eyes widened. ‘Oh.’ She took a deep breath. ‘He was a bit like Laura to begin with, and then he went silent. He was close to Billy, you know.’

      ‘Yes, what was he like?’

      ‘Billy or Michael?’

      ‘Michael.’

      A brightness overcame Siobhan’s face, the memory clearly a fond one. ‘He was a sweet guy. What can I say, we were young. It was quite intense.’

      ‘Were you going out with him for long?’

      ‘Six, seven months.’

      ‘Was it a monogamous relationship?’

      ‘As far as I’m aware. Why all these questions about Michael?’

      ‘The most recent victim, he was also at University with you.’

      ‘What?’ said Siobhan, the colour vanishing from her face. ‘Michael wasn’t the victim, was he?’

      ‘No, no. Sorry, Siobhan. I didn’t mean to confuse you. The latest victim was called Terrence Haydon. He was at University at the same time as you.’

      Siobhan caught her breath. ‘He was in halls with us? What floor was he on?’

      ‘Floor six. Some people called him Mad Terry?’

      ‘Don’t remember him. What’s this to do with Michael?’

      ‘Oh, nothing directly.’

      Siobhan placed her hands in her lap. ‘You can’t think he has anything to do with it? That would be ridiculous.’

      May leant forward, catching a waft of antiseptic from the corridor. ‘No, of course not. We’re examining all the connections in the two cases. And obviously Michael knew Billy very well. Did you know Michael’s other friends?’

      Siobhan relaxed, her shoulders dropping. ‘Yeah, there was a gang of them.’

      ‘What were they like as a group?’

      ‘They were nice enough guys. They basically liked to drink and go with girls, like all boys that age.’

      ‘Remember Simon Klatzky?’

      Siobhan pursed her lips. ‘He was hot,’ she said, giggling. ‘God, listen to me. Yeah, he was good friends with Michael. We’d all go out as a gang sometimes. I think he was really close with Billy. From what I heard it hit him really hard as well.’

      May thought about the photo of Klatzky she’d posted on the whiteboard, the hard life he’d had since leaving University. ‘Was there any trouble amongst them as a group? Any fights, things like that?’

      ‘There were the odd fallings out but nothing significant. They all got on really well.’

      ‘Well, thanks for your time, Siobhan. It’s been much appreciated. As I said it’s a routine thing.’

      Siobhan had grown in confidence during the meeting. Her eyes were more focused. As they both stood, she asked, ‘So when did you see Michael?’

      May noted the keen interest in the question, was surprised that the inquiry made her bristle. ‘He’s in Bristol at the moment. I met him today.’

      ‘What’s he like now?’

      ‘Yeah, he seems really nice. What happened to you guys after University?’

      Siobhan walked her to the hospital elevator. ‘We met up once. He came to stay with me at my parents’ house for a week. He decided to go travelling for a year.’

      ‘And you didn’t want to go with him?’

      ‘We talked about it. I had another year at University as I was studying for my Masters. We said we’d stay in touch,’ said Siobhan. ‘But we never did.’

      Back at the station, May changed into her running gear, skin-tight running trousers and a fluorescent yellow jacket. She thought about the touch of melancholy in Siobhan’s voice as she recalled not staying in touch with Lambert, and briefly regretted that no one from her past could provoke the same reaction in her. She tied up her running shoes, pulling the laces tight until it squeezed her feet and left the locker room.

      As she left the changing room one of the uniforms, a constable by the name of Bickley, laughed. ‘Shit, I’m deaf,’ he said, pretending to shield his ears from the loudness of May’s jacket.

      ‘Very amusing. Better safe than sorry, don’t you think, Constable?’ she said, playing along.

      ‘No one’s going to miss you, that’s for sure, ma’am.’

      May tried to run at least three times a week. It was five miles from the station to the house she shared with her father. He had moved in with her three years ago following the death of her mother. She couldn’t face him living alone, and they’d managed to make the living arrangements work.

      Approaching rush hour, the roads next to the station were gridlocked with traffic. She started at a steady pace, her breathing increasing as she upped her pace. She noticed admiring glances as she ran but kept her eyes straight on the road ahead. Running gave her time to think. She never wore earphones like some of the other runners. She liked the sound of the world moving by, the rush of the air as she pounded the pavement.

      It had been five days now since she’d been put in charge of the Souljacker case. Superintendent Rush had yet to apply any firm pressure. If it was the same killer, then it was the tenth victim in twenty-three years and although no one had come close to catching the killer, something about the way things were unfolding told her things were different this time. The link between Haydon and Nolan was crucial and in addition it was conceivable that lack of practice had made the killer sloppy. Seven different strands of unidentified DNA had been found at Haydon’s flat, but only one strain on the corpse. It had been found in Haydon’s hair but nowhere else in the house.

      Now all they needed was a suspect to match the DNA on Haydon’s body. The thought drove her on, her pace increasing as additional adrenalin pumped into her bloodstream.

      She started to tire four miles into the journey. Her legs filled with lactic acid as she tried to maintain her pace. It was unusual for her but not unexpected. She’d hardly

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