Escape Route by Debra Ramsdale
The results of the DNA evidence were on DCI Smith’s desk. He already knew what they were. Well, he would, wouldn’t he? But whoever put them there hadn’t made the connection. Common name, after all.
Local newspaper headlines of “Breakthrough in Sandiford Sex Monster Case” heralded a new phase in the investigation. Media frenzy about to begin.
But the last one had fought back. That hadn’t happened before. He had to explain the scratches on his face as the cat getting over playful. But his skin was under her nails.
His DNA was on the database from his days working in the Murder Squad.
He heard footsteps coming down the hall, echoing, getting closer.
He looked out above the skyline from the top floor.
The rain splattered window slid open silently for him.
He looked down; the police station car park was empty.
He was gone before the door opened.