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Authors: Val McDermid

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given him a professional head start. Maybe, like the killers themselves, he was looking for something that would make him feel less of a failure.

 

2. His choice of victims gives him a sense of superiority.People like them have always made him feel slow, unsophisticated. But now he can move into their world, invade their territory and there is nothing they can do to stop him. It is a way of proving to himself that he is not the inadequate he thinks he is. It’s extremely unlikely that he has a university-level education. I would doubt he even completed secondary education, although he is clearly far from stupid. Given what I believe to be his strategy in the choice of victims (see below), it is likely that he has educated himself in their field of expertise. He has probably read extensively about psychology and its applications, both in books and on-line. He may even have taken adult education classes in the subject. He probably thinks of himself as an expert in his field, although his knowledge will of necessity be superficial

 

3. He is capable of a high degree of self-control andorganization. To execute his plan, he has developed a strategy of sufficient finesse to convince victims who are experienced in negotiating with the world. In order to succeed at this, he must be able to disguise his unfamiliarity with their universe.

 

4. He must have planned this series of attacks well inadvance, since the victims require prior research rather than the opportunistic picking at random of a candidate who meets certain physical criteria. It is clear from how close together the last two murders are that he has a pre-set list of victims. The fact that his time-scale is shortening means

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that he is growing in confidence but also that he needs more kitts to satisfy whatever his agenda is.

 

5. What might that agenda be? The answer to that must lie in his choice of targets. What all three have in common is that they are academic psychologists who have published research based on experiments conducted on (willing) human subjects. I believe he entertains the conviction that his life has been blighted as a result of experiments carried out by one or more psychologists. He may himself have been a direct victim, but I doubt that. If that were the case, he would have a specific object for his revenge and it would probably have been sufficient for him to kill that single practitioner. Perhaps he suffered childhood abuse at the hands of a parent or other adult who had been the victim of psychological torture? Given the abuse of psychology at the hands of, for example, the Stasi, this does not seem as improbable as it might in another time and place.

 

Tony read over what he had typed so far. It made sense, in the context of what he’d been able to glean from the files. But it didn’t take them any closer to who the killer might be. Now he had to start moving away from what he knew and could logically surmise into the realm where he excelled. He had to reason backwards from the crime to the man who had committed it.

 

What does all this tell us about the killer?

 

1. He is subject to high stress levels, which will be perceptible to those around him. His behaviour will be more erratic than usual.

 

2. He is posing as a journalist on an e-zine in order to

 

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gain private access to those he has targeted. I believe he will have made the arrangements for his meetings with the victims via e-mail, since he is unlikely to possess the interpersonal skills to set up meetings with such highly socialized victims either face to face or via the telephone. Therefore we can state with some certainty that he possesses his own computer; he would not risk such communications on a system available to others. Furthermore, an expert search of the victims’ computers may reveal traces of these communications.

 

3. He is unlikely to be unemployed; he can afford acomputer, he can afford to travel. He is also comfortabk moving around in more than one country, suggesting a familiarity with them. In my opinion, he is likely to have a job that involves travelling, but not one that requires people skills. It may well be a job that demands a certain level of intelligence and responsibility, yet one that is not highly regarded by the world at large. Perhaps a long-distance lorry driver, or a maintenance engineer on some specialized equipment. He will drive a well maintained mid-range car of unassuming appearance. It is unlikely that he uses public transport to go to and from the scenes of the crimes, and this may mean that he is either hiring cars in or near the cities where he has killed, or that he has local access to company vehicles because of his job.

 

4. The first crime of serial offenders tends to take placenearest their home. Since the first crime in this series took place in Heidelberg, I believe he is probably based in the central region of Germany.

 

5. He is most likely to be in his late twenties or early

 

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thirties. Typically, serial killers take time to work up to their ambition. If they make it into their late thirties without killing, they’re less likely to start because they have found alternative ways to sublimate their desires.

 

6. It is likely that a member of his immediate familyhas a history of treatment for mental illness or a record of psychological torture at the hands of officialdom. If the latter is the case, it may well be that the family originated from the former East Germany.

 

7. If he has a criminal record, I’d suggest that it mayinclude stalking or Peeping Tom offences. Most serial killers exhibit a history of bully ing, animal torture, minor vandalism and arson, but in this case, I believe he is more likely to have convictions for violence against the person. Whatever was done to damage his psyche will have produced enormous levels of suppressed rage in him. Until he found an appropriate (for him) target for his anger, he may have been prone to outbursts of violence against anyone who he perceived as laughing at him. He may have assaulted prostitutes or other men who made fun of his lack of a girlfriend.

 

Tony stared bleakly at the screen. In truth, it wasn’t much.

As usual, he felt like the conjuror who is expected to produce

an elephant from his top hat but only manages the same tired

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of ideas over with Carol before he committed them to paper.

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He let himself out of the front door and wearily descended to the street. It was a beautiful spring day, the air damp and cool, the sky bright with sunshine. Only a clod could fail to be moved by the possibilities of life on a day like this, Tony thought. But somewhere out there, rain or shine, a killer was, planning his next move. And it was up to Tony to try to make sure it would be the one that ended in checkmate.

 

The restaurant he had chosen surprised her. She had been expecting somewhere with private nooks and crannies, where they could talk without fear of being overheard. There was nothing intimate about this place, however. High ceilings with steel and tungsten light fittings, the tables and chairs a design statement in themselves. It was smart and noisy, the sort of place where everyone automatically checked out the rest of the clientele to satisfy themselves that the cutting edge hadn’t moved somewhere else since they were last there.

He was already seated when she arrived, smoking a small cigar and reading the menu at a table in the middle of the room. Carol noticed she attracted a couple of curious glances as the waiter led her to his table. She was going to have to deal with that, and sooner rather than later.

When she reached the table, Tadeusz got to his feet and gave a small, formal bow. ‘Thank you for coming,’ he said.

‘Thank you for asking me.’ The waiter held out her chair and Carol settled herself. ‘Tell me, are you some sort of celebrity in Berlin?’

He frowned. ‘What do you mean?’

 

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‘I noticed last night and again just now. People stare at us. And since nobody in Berlin has a clue who I am, it must be you.’

His cheeks flushed scarlet and he looked down at the table. He riddled with his fork, then glanced back up at her, his mouth a thin line. She could see he was struggling not to show emotion. Tm not a celebrity, though many people know who I am. But that’s not why they’re staring.’

‘No?’

‘It’s you.’ i

Carol gave a self-deprecating snort of laughter. Tm disappointed. I thought your flattery would be a little more sophisticated than that.’

Tadeusz breathed deeply. ‘No, that wasn’t flattery. Which is not to say that you’re not beautiful enough to turn heads.’ He gave a short sharp sigh. ‘This is going to sound crazy.’

‘Oh yes?’ Carol reckoned Caroline Jackson would be suspicious by now and she worked on the matching facial expression.

Tadeusz studied his cigar. Impatient, he stubbed it out in the ashtray. ‘You have a remarkable resemblance to someone.’

‘What? I have a double who’s famous in Germany?’

He shook his head. ‘No, not like that.’ He shifted awkwardly in his seat. ‘You’re the spitting image of a woman called Katerina Basler. She was my lover. That’s why people are staring.’

Carol raised her eyebrows. ‘They think you’ve replaced Katerina with a lookalike?’

He shrugged. ‘I guess.’

‘How long ago did you two break up?’

He cleared his throat. She could see the pain in his face, but she couldn’t afford to indicate that she knew why he deserved sympathy. So she waited. ‘We didn’t break up,’ he eventually said. He reached for his wine glass and emptied

 

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the contents in one long gulp. ‘She died, Caroline.’

Carol had known this moment would come, and she had thought long and hard about how to play it. Shock, obviously. She’d have to act astonished. Appalled, even. Affronted would have to come into the equation somewhere along the line too. She let her face go slack, her mouth falling open.

That was the moment the waiter chose to appear, asking what they wanted to drink. Distracted, Tadeusz spread his hands in a gesture of confusion.

‘Scotch,’ Carol said decisively. ‘Large, on the rocks.’ fe

‘Cognac,’ Tadeusz said, waving the waiter away.

Carol concentrated on keeping the look of pitying horror on her face. ‘She died?’ \

He nodded, eyes downcast again. ‘A couple of months ago. A road accident. A stupid, stupid road accident.’
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‘God, I’m so sorry,’ she said. It wasn’t an act this time. She’d have needed a harder heart not to have been moved by his obvious grief.

He shook his head. ‘It is I who should apologize. I didn’t mean to impose this on you.’

Impulsively, she reached out and covered his hand with hers. ‘It’s not an imposition. I’m glad you told me. I was beginning to feel paranoid. But, Tadzio, that’s terrible for you. I can’t imagine how I’d feel if that happened to someone I loved.’

‘No. It’s not imaginable.’ He looked at her with a pained smile. ‘I think everyone who truly loves another person has terrible guilty fantasies about how they would feel if their lover died. I think that’s common, probably even natural. But there is nothing that prepares you for the reality. All your certainties disappear. If this can happen to you, anything can. It’s like you lose your anchor to reality.’

‘I’m so sorry,’ she said. ‘And you say I look like Katerina?’

He squeezed his eyes shut. ‘Yes. You could be her sister.’

 

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‘No wonder you freaked out when you saw me last night,’ Carol said, her voice soft. ‘I had no idea, Tadzio. You must believe me, I had no idea.’

‘Why would you? You had no way of knowing. Colin never met Katerina, he couldn’t have told you.’ He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. ‘I’m sorry. When I suggested we get to know each other better, this wasn’t what I had in mind.’

‘No, I can see that.’

Before she could say more, the waiter arrived with their drinks. Carol wasn’t in the habit of drinking Scotch in the middle of the day, but Caroline Jackson would need a stiff pick-me-up after Tadeusz’s bombshell, so she took a healthy mouthful right away.

Tadeusz sipped his brandy and gave her a tired smile. ‘So, now you know probably the most important thing about me right now. Why don’t you tell me something about yourself?’

Carol shrugged. ‘I’ve nothing to say that comes close.’

‘I don’t want this to be some solemn, grim meeting,’ he said. ‘As I said, I think we can maybe do business, but I need to have more of a sense of you before I’m prepared to make any kind of commitment. So, tell me about yourself.’ He raised one finger. ‘But before you do, let’s order some food.’

They scrutinized the menus, Carol asking for his recommendations. She settled on a traditional German fish dish, while Tadeusz ordered steak. By the time the waiter left, he was back in total command of himself. ‘OK,’ he said. ‘Tell me about Caroline Jackson.’

She raised her glass and clinked it against the rim of his. ‘Once upon a time …’she said, a quirky smile lifting one corner of her mouth. After all, she was telling a story. And she needed to make it very convincing indeed.

 

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Petra walked into the health club, gym bag over her shoulder. Setting this place up as a meeting point had been one of her best ideas. The minimum membership period was three months, and she was determined to make the most of it. She had already spent an hour working out in the well-equipped gym first thing that morning. She’d told Plesch she’d dropped by to book the private sauna for that afternoon’s debrief, but she’d left herself enough time to take full advantage of the facilities. This liaison job was certainly giving her a taste for the good life. The opera last night, lunch in a restaurant that was well outside her salary bracket, and access to one of the best leisure clubs in the city. All this and the best possible chance to nail Radecki.

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