Bloodstream: A gripping, unpredictable and shocking thriller

The sense of frenetic activity was beginning to wane as the day grew longer. Murphy had arrived back a few hours earlier. He’d sat in the car park, trying to work out what had just happened. What had caused him to snap so easily? Amy Maguire was missing, but it wasn’t his case. There was a chance she was his daughter, yes, but he didn’t really believe it. He knew what her mother, Stacey, was doing. If he was in her position, he didn’t think there would be much he wouldn’t do either.

After a few minutes, he’d calmed down enough to get out of his car and concentrate on what he was supposed to be doing.

Whilst the news channels breathlessly discussed what had happened so far that day, the detectives working in Major Crime were beginning to yawn and stretch in unison. Huddled round desks they were looking at new images and information which seemed to be doubling by the second.

‘You all right?’ Rossi said, as Murphy dropped into his chair and looked over at the murder board at the end of the room.

‘Yeah, sound as a bloody pound, Laura. Anything happen whilst I was gone?’

Rossi didn’t say anything at first, staring at him with those dark Mediterranean eyes of hers.

‘Nothing much. Let’s go for a walk.’

Rossi was out of her chair and walking away before Murphy had a chance to argue. She stood waiting near the door for him as he looked round the office for a distraction, finding none.

‘What’s going on?’ Murphy said, once they had walked down the corridor a few steps. ‘Something happened or what?’

Rossi turned on him, making him put his back to the wall. ‘What’s going on with you now?’

Murphy looked away. ‘Nothing, Laura. Everything’s fine.’

‘No, it’s not,’ Rossi said, looking left and right to make sure no one was sharing the corridor with them. ‘I’ve seen you like this before. Remember?’

‘That was a long time ago. Everything’s different now.’

‘Is it? Only I seem to recall you saying much the same thing to me a few years back. Right before you were almost killed. Something is going on that you’re not telling me about. I’ve been watching you, you know? The same distracted looks, having to repeat myself because you’re not listening . . . I remember this, Murphy.’

Murphy leaned against the wall, looking down at Rossi. ‘There’s nothing to worry about, I’m good. There’s a lot of pressure on us with this case and that . . .’

‘It’s not about this case.’

Murphy looked round him, trying to find an escape. Failed to do so. ‘Fine. I was chasing something up.’

‘To do with this?’

‘No,’ Murphy said, still not meeting Rossi’s eyes. ‘Amy Maguire.’

Rossi sighed and shook her head. ‘What is it with you and that bloody case? I don’t get it. It’s not ours. It’s some missing girl from South Liverpool that we have nothing to do with. Why do you keep going back to it?’

Murphy hesitated, realising he’d already said more than he’d wanted to. He finally looked at Rossi, sizing her up anew. Thought about trust and how it was earned.

‘There’s a possibility she’s my daughter. A very small possibility, but one all the same.’

Murphy waited for a flinch or an admonishment. Rossi didn’t move. He continued, giving her a little more of the history he had with Stacey. Still Rossi made no move. He waited a few seconds and was about to speak again, when she finally gave him a response.

‘You know what’s going on here, don’t you?’

‘Of course,’ Murphy replied. ‘I know the odds are massively against it being true. I’m 99 per cent sure that her mother is just desperate and trying to use me. But, I can’t just ignore it.’

Rossi stared at him, Murphy holding her gaze. It became uncomfortable after approximately two seconds.

‘You can’t do this now,’ Rossi said, finally looking away and taking a step back. ‘You know it’s bullshit. What can you really do on your own, anyway? You’re not Liam bloody Neeson.’

‘I need to leave it for them to sort out . . .?’

‘Exactly. We’ve got six people dead and the killer is releasing videos to the media. We need to get this guy now, before we all look like cazzos.’

‘Is that Italian for idiots?’

‘Something like that. I’m serious, we’re screwed at the moment. We’ve got next to nothing on this guy and I’m not sure what we’re supposed to do, other than wait for him to make a mistake.’

Murphy put his hand on Rossi’s shoulder. ‘We’ll find a way. We always do. Don’t worry, I’ll let Liverpool South sort the Amy Maguire case. There’s nothing I can do, so I promise, this has got my undivided attention from now on. Let’s go back in there and get everyone together.’

Rossi murmured her agreement and walked away, Murphy following behind her after a second or two. He hoped Rossi believed his lie. He took a deep breath and entered the office.

‘Right everyone,’ he said, his voice loud enough to make a young DC who was sitting nearest to the door jump in her chair. ‘Meeting room now.’

Murphy waited for everyone to scramble from their desks, picking up various notepads and files along the way. He stood to the side as they hurried past, whispered conversations coming to a halt. DC Harris waited at the end of his desk for everyone to go past before wheeling himself along behind them.

‘I’ve missed these gatherings,’ DC Harris said, as he went past Murphy.

‘We can have them hourly if you’d like, Graham?’

DC Harris snorted and carried on into the room. Murphy shared a look with Rossi at the door, then followed her inside.

It was always a little jolt when he realised the number of people now working under his command in Major Crime. Once, there had been himself and Rossi, along with a couple of DCs on a rotating basis, investigating things as they came in. Now, staff numbers were in double figures, with more working in different places in uniform waiting to be called upon. All waiting for him to speak, to lead.

It was equal parts fun and daunting.

‘Okay,’ Murphy said, quietening down the room in an instant. ‘Things are moving along but we need to find this guy soon. What’s the current situation on the videos, Harris?’

DC Harris produced a piece of paper from somewhere in his chair. ‘Sky and BBC have agreed to only show stills from the videos, but they’re refusing to stop talking about them constantly. Nothing we can do there. ITV will be doing their own thing later, our press team are in contact with them over that. The websites are all showing the video in its entirety, linking to the sites we can’t control. YouTube have taken down a few videos now. That may become a losing battle.’

‘They’re out there now, I suppose. Nothing we can do. And no way of tracking them either, I’m guessing?’

‘Not entirely,’ DC Harris replied. ‘We’ve spoken to Twitter, which is where the video was originally posted. They’ve suspended the account and sent us the details of where it was created and accessed from.’

‘That’s good,’ Murphy said, breaking into a smile. ‘We’ve got him then. All that technological stuff means we can track him to house, right?’

‘Not really,’ DS Rossi said, looking towards DC Harris who shook his head. ‘Tell him where the trace came back to.’

Murphy turned back towards DC Harris, his smile gone as quickly as it had appeared.

‘Some café in Bootle that has free Wi-Fi. We can’t even trace the phone as it was a pre-pay one.’

‘CCTV?’

‘The account was created months ago and the café only has one camera. They delete the footage after a couple of weeks. Nothing doing there.’

‘Is there any good news?’

DC Kirkham cleared his throat. ‘I think I might have something,’ he said.

‘Go on,’ Murphy replied, hoping he was right.

‘Well, the email address the killer provided was with a major provider. We’ve asked for records and such like. Taking a bit longer, but we should be able to find out where he was when he accessed the email account.’

‘Isn’t that going to lead us to the same thing as the Twitter account though?’

DC Kirkham didn’t shake his head, but he did look down. ‘He’ll . . . he’ll have to look at them again, though. Today. You know . . .’

‘To choose his next couple,’ a voice said from behind the DC. ‘How can he follow through on his promise unless he checks?’

There was silence in the room, before someone near the back muttered under his breath. Within seconds the noise level had increased.

‘All right, everyone, that’s enough,’ Murphy said, his hands raised in the air. ‘Kirkham, you get in contact with those email people again. Throw everything we have at them and get the information as soon as you bloody can, okay?’

Murphy looked towards Rossi who stepped forwards. ‘Post-mortem on the third couple – Greg and Hannah – will be happening in about an hour. Hale, you’re with me on that one.’

DC Hale turned a shade of grey for a second, before slowly nodding.

‘We’re waiting on the drug reports for Chloe and Joe to come in any second. Everyone is working to get this sorted out as soon as possible, so that should help for any requests you have of other departments. With the first couple, some type of anaesthetic drug was used, so we need to look into possible places the killer could have got that from.’

Murphy kept the wince on the inside. That wasn’t proving to be a simple task. ‘I want people chasing up reports of thefts at hospitals, doctors’ surgeries, pharmacies, everywhere you can think of on that one.’ He pointed at a couple of people and assigned the task to them. ‘Good, now we’re getting somewhere.’

‘Who’s been going through CCTV?’ Rossi said, scanning the room.

‘That’ll be me.’ A DC near the back raised her hand. ‘Got nothing suspicious at the moment. Two cars, but both came back as taxis . . .’

‘Check them out,’ Rossi said, Murphy giving her a quick look as they both remembered a case from a few years earlier.

The meeting didn’t last much longer, but Murphy could already tell that it had had an effect. He was always good at galvanising other people. Rossi smiled at him as everyone filed back to their desks.

‘Better?’ Murphy said, once everyone had left.

‘Much. Looks like we’ve got more than we thought. He’ll have screwed up at some point. We’ll have him soon enough.’

‘Let’s hope so. I really don’t want a fourth couple. I can’t be dealing with any more of these secrets.’

Rossi began to speak, then stopped herself.

‘What, go on, say what you were going to say,’ Murphy said, folding his arms across himself.

‘It’s nothing,’ Rossi said, gathering up the files she’d brought into the room with her.

‘No, it is. I’m listening now, okay?’

‘It’s just, I think there’s more to it than just exposing secrets.’

Murphy scratched at his elbow and began to stand up straight from where he had been leaning against a desk. ‘Does it matter, really?’

‘It could do,’ Rossi replied, standing in front of him, files in the crook of her arm. ‘I’m just saying it could be something more than just a random guy playing games.’

Murphy sighed, uncrossed his arms and gave Rossi a withering look. ‘I’m sure he has all kinds of reasons for doing what he’s doing, but for now, I just want to catch him and get him off my streets. Sound fair?’

Rossi didn’t answer. She nodded and began walking out of the door. As she was about to open it and leave she turned back round. ‘I just don’t want to miss anything important, you know? Something that might help us catch him sooner.’

‘I know, Laura,’ Murphy replied, walking towards her. ‘But sometimes we’ve just got to concentrate on what’s in front of us. Send a report of what we have so far to the profiling team – for all the good that will be – but let’s get on with what we have and then see where we are, okay?’

Murphy followed Rossi out of the room before returning to his desk and going through the information he’d just been told minutes earlier. A raft of messages, all concerning different aspects of the case, were waiting for him to read and discard.

The phone on his desk began to ring. Murphy picked it up as he continued to read.

‘Murphy,’ he said, still scanning the papers in front of him.

Ten seconds later the person on the other end of the line had his full attention. A minute later Murphy slammed down the phone and began clicking on his computer.

‘Stupid piece of shite,’ he said, louder than he’d wanted.

‘What’s going on?’ Rossi said from opposite him.

‘Come over here. Graham, you as well.’

DC Harris and Rossi made their way over as Murphy began to talk, struggling to keep up with Murphy as he spoke.

‘Say that again,’ Rossi said. ‘He’s sent us what?’

‘He’s sent us his password. We have access to the emails. People are sending him all kinds of stuff.’

DC Harris came round to Murphy’s desk and placed himself next to him. ‘Want me to do it?’

Murphy nodded and passed him the details he’d scribbled down on a piece of paper. ‘The press team got the email from him. They’ve already checked the password works properly.’

‘Here we go,’ DC Harris said, swinging the monitor round for Murphy and Rossi to see. ‘Over a thousand emails in there already.’

‘Mio dio . . .’

‘They can’t all be sending him people to kill, surely?’ Murphy said, peering at the screen and waiting for DC Harris to start opening the messages.

‘You can already tell from the subject lines that they’re not.’

There was a sound from behind the three of them, making them all jump back a little.

‘I think I have something,’ DC Kirkham said, a grin on his face. ‘He accessed the email address an hour ago. With a bit of digging, I’ve got an address.’

Murphy matched his grin. ‘Let’s go get the bastard.’