She touched his arm. ‘You didn’t have to come back to this one.’

Nash forced a smile. ‘It’s like coming home.’

Nonetheless, he kept moving, eyes forward and focussed on the body.

‘Victim’s name is Richard Coben. Thirty-four again. He lived locally, again. He was dark and hairy, again. He was between a hundred and forty and a hundred and sixty pounds. Again.’

Izzy crouched by the body. ‘Same MO?’

Lucas knelt next to her. ‘As usual. Nothing fancy, nothing elaborate. A metal pipe smashed across the back of the head repeatedly.’

Nash was looking around, his frown deepening. ‘What about building security? Catch anything?’

Lucas nodded. ‘The usual. The murderer worked here, called in as normal, worked a full day as normal.’

‘Where is he?’

Lucas nodded towards the tape, where a man sat, a blanket around his shoulders, sobbing uncontrollably.

‘Same place as usual.’

Nash pinched the bridge of his nose. ‘He remember anything?’

Lucas shook his head. ‘Last clear memory he has is going home. He had a crowbar in the back though with the price sticker still on it; so he must have been under the influence all day.’

Nash swore. ‘It’s like a damn shark. We never see it until it’s too late. Did he remember what site he downloaded it from?’

Lucas shook his head again. ‘Sorry Martin. He has no memory of visiting the site and his Drop was wiped the moment the job was done. Most sites do that as standard now, to stop piracy.’

Nash scowled. ‘Thank you Lucas I am actually aware of how this works.’

Izzy patted Nash’s arm gently. ‘I’ll do it if you want.’

He shook his head. ‘It’s my turn. Back on the horse and all that.’

He stalked off towards the man and she turned back to Lucas who was watching Nash leave. ‘How is he?’

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