Lynda La Plante - The Red Dahlia (Anna Travis Mysteries)

Title: The Red Dahlia by Lynda La Plante

Author: Unknown

The Red Dahlia by Lynda La Plante

THE RED DAHLIA

By

Lynda La Plante

Copyright Lynda La Plante, 2006

I dedicate this book to Jason McCreight

Chapter One

DAY ONE

It was the kind of crisp, bright January morning that made the residents of Richmond, Surrey, glad to be living out of Londons congested West End. The Thames glistened in the early-morning sun. The shops and high street were quiet: it was just before six a.m. Danny Fowler pedalled past the Richmond Hotel, eager to reach the sloping road and freewheel down the hill. He had only three newspapers left to deliver. With his usual finesse, he zigzagged across the street and mounted the pavement, pausing as he folded a Times and a Daily Mail before propping his bike against the wall and hurrying over to the houses that faced the river. Just a Daily Telegraph to go, and then his round was finished; he couldnt wait to get back home for his breakfast. As he returned to his bicycle, stomach rumbling, a white shape caught his eye. Unsure what it was exactly, he swung his leg back over the crossbar and scooted across the road to look down the sloping bank.

It looked like a mannequin or a blow-up doll. Its arms were raised above its head, as if waving for attention, and its legs were spread-eagled. There was something strange about the way it was positioned that Danny couldnt make out from this distance, so he pedalled down the narrow lane that led to the river for a closer look.

What Danny found would stay with him for the rest of his life. He ran screaming, leaving his bike where it had fallen. The womans naked body had been severed in two at the waist. Her dark auburn hair spread out behind her; her skin so white, it looked completely bloodless. Her face was bloated and the corners of her mouth had been slashed, giving her a clowns grimacing smile.

Detective Inspector Anna Travis arrived at the Richmond Hotel to join the murder team which had taken over the car park. She hurried over to Detective Chief Inspector Glen Morgan who was standing by the police catering truck, Teapot One, with a cup of tea in his hand.

Get yourself a hot drink and then well be going over to the tent. And brace yourself: its not a pretty sight.

Anna ordered a coffee as the rest of the team huddled in a group around Morgan.

Paperboy found her this morning. Came in with his mother; hes given us a statement. I let him go as he was very shook up; hes only fourteen.

Morgan looked across at the second forensic white van drawing up, and then back to the faces of his team. Ive never seen anything like it, he said flatly.

Is she fresh? someone asked. Morgan shook his head.

Hard to tell. Id say maybe a couple of days, but dont quote me. The lab will give us a more specific time.

Morgan was a good-looking man with cropped dark hair and a leathery complexion. A golf fanatic, he spent most weekends out on his local course. He squashed his empty cup and tossed it into a bin. Okay lets get over there, and be prepared.

High as a kite, is it? asked a young detective.

Theres no stench, but what you see will turn your stomach.

They made their way down the same narrow lane that Danny had taken to get to the river bank. There a white forensic tent was already erected, paper-suited scientists milling in and around it. There was a large box of paper suits outside, along with the usual masks, overshoes and rubber gloves.

Bill Smart, a forensic expert, came out of the tent and looked at Morgan, shaking his head. Its bloody unbelievable. He removed his rubber gloves. I wont be eating breakfast this morning, and thats a first. She wasnt killed on site. Someone brought her here and set up a sick tableau thats had us all stunned. At first glance Id say we dont have much forensic evidence; maybe come up with more when we get the body over to the lab.

As the murder team donned their paper suits, Bill Smart removed his, rolling it into a ball and dumping it into the waste bin provided. As he bent down to remove his protective shoes, he had to pause and take a deep breath. In his thirty years as a forensic expert, he had never come across anything so grotesque. It was the hideous gaping smile that had got to him. It would get to them all.

Anna adjusted her mask as she followed Morgan into the tent. This was now her fourth murder enquiry and she had come a long way since that first cadaver that had made her instantly sick. She had not seen DCI Langton, who she had worked with on the Alan Daniels case, since then, but she had often heard about his exploits. She doubted if he had paid any attention to hers, or the fact she had upped her rank from Detective Sergeant. Her subsequent cases had been domestic; to have cut her teeth on a serial killer like Daniels was something a good few junior detectives envied.

The detectives stood in silence outside the police tape encircling the body.

Shes been severed at the waist. The two sections of her body are about ten inches apart, Morgan said quietly. He gestured with his gloved hand. Mouth slit each side. Hard to tell what she looked like before this was done to her. Shes got abrasions all over her body.

Anna inched further forward, staring down at the dead woman. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a young rookie detective turn away and hurry out of the tent. Anna didnt look up. She knew exactly how he felt, but remained calm as she took in the awful sight.

We wont have anything from any clothes, obviously. First priority is to identify her. Morgan blinked as flashbulbs went off; photographs were being taken from every angle. He looked over to the doctor, a rotund man with thick glasses, who squinted back.

Neat job. Whoever did the dissection knew what they were doing. Her bloods been drained: reason her skin is so white. Id put the approx time of death at two or three days ago. He headed out of the tent, sidestepping two scientists in his haste. Morgan followed.

Doc, can you just give me a few minutes?

Outside. Cant talk in there. The doctor and Morgan moved further away from the tent. Jesus God, what animal did that to her?

Is there anything else you can tell me?

No, I was just called out to determine your victim was dead. Ive got to get back to surgery.

You said it looked professional, Morgan said.

Well it looks like it to me, but the pathologist will give you more details. Its a very neat cut, not jagged, and a thin-bladed knife was used on her mouth. How thin, how long, though, I couldnt tell you. There are further cuts to her face, neck, shoulders and legs.

Morgan sighed, wanting more details. He turned back to stare at the flapping tent opening. One by one his team came out, subdued and shocked. They removed their paper suits and overshoes. Anna was last out and by the time shed discarded her suit, the others were heading back towards the car park. She looked up the bank to see that a group of spectators had already gathered on the road. The sightlines between them were clear: the killer obviously wanted the victim found quickly. Whoever it was might even be watching them at work. The thought chilled her.

Richmond police station was only ten minutes drive from the murder site, so the Incident Room had been set up there. They regrouped at eleven-thirty as a large whiteboard was being erected. Desks and tables with computers were brought in for the team to work at. They busied themselves, selecting their areas, as Morgan stood in front of them.

Okay lets get started, Morgan said, and burped; he excused himself and took an antacid tablet. We need to know who the victim is. Well be getting photographs in, but until we get her identified and the lab reports back, theres not a lot we have to go on. According to the doctor, the work on her body looked professional, so we could be after a suspect with medical or surgical experience.