Jane heard Gibbs groveling to Tamara, saying that he’d been out on an all-night observation and had only just got back to the station. He was claiming that he hadn’t been able to call her as he had been confined to the observation van in case the suspect turned up.
‘I’m really, really sorry, Tamara. I promise I’ll take you out for dinner tonight to make up for it... Love you too, sweetie.’ Gibbs made a few kissing sounds, then put the phone down.
Jane gave him a sideways glance, knowing full well there had been no overnight observations.
‘You got a problem?’ he asked.
‘Not at all, guv, not at all.’ Jane noted that Gibbs was wearing the same clothes as yesterday.
He went to his office and kicked the door shut. No sooner had Jane sat down to continue typing her report than the phone rang again. She thought Gibbs might have heard it and answered it from his office, but he didn’t. Jane sighed. She would probably have got more peace and quiet if she’d sat at home typing up her reports. She answered the phone.
‘Could I speak with Spencer Gibbs, please?’ a woman’s voice asked.
Jane could tell it wasn’t Tamara. ‘I’ll just see if he’s available. Who’s calling, please?’
‘Jo Hastings.’
Jane was wary about disturbing Gibbs in his bad mood. ‘I’m afraid he’s busy at the moment. Can I take a message?’
‘Actually, I forgot to tell him something last night and would rather speak to him personally. I’ll ring back later. Thank you.’ Jo Hastings put the phone down.
Jane wondered if Gibbs had spent the night with Andrew Hastings’ wife. She knew it wasn’t her business but she hoped he would not have been so unprofessional.
Professor Dean Martin was unable to attend the mortuary until late morning. Sybil Hastings’ body lay on the mortuary table, still fully clothed in the expensive fur coat, a black turtleneck jumper, skirt, tights and leather boots. As Andrew Hastings was still in hospital, Jane identified the body to Professor Martin as Mrs. Sybil Hastings, whom she’d first seen in the boot of the Allegro.
Jane was thankful that the body had been held in cold storage, so the overriding smell of decomposition was not as strong as it had been when she had first been discovered. Seeing Sybil Hastings’ face, Jane felt a tinge of sadness as she realized that she wasn’t much older than her own mother.
DS Lawrence took some photographs before the pathologist and Martin removed the clothing, which Lawrence then placed in separate exhibits bags. Moran had a large notebook open and pen in hand, ready to take down details of Martin’s findings and conclusions.
Martin stood over the now naked body, taking measurements of every stab wound whilst Lawrence recorded the position and size on a female post-mortem body diagram form. He had suggested that Moran should wear a protective face mask as he had a very young baby and should avoid the possibility of picking up any infections.
Martin pointed to the bruising around the chest injuries. ‘The high number of injuries suggests a frenzied attack, with great force behind the stabbing motion. The shape of the bruising around some of the entry wounds is consistent with the weapon having a small circular hilt of some sort. There are also marks to her right palm, consistent with raising the hand to defend herself from the blows.’
‘What sort of knife are we looking for?’ Moran asked, muffled behind the mask.
Martin said he wasn’t sure the injuries were caused by a knife, but wanted to check the back and internal injuries before commenting further. Once all the wounds were measured and photographed, the pathologist helped Martin turn the body over, revealing a number of wounds to the back of the head, neck and right shoulder blade.
‘These injuries are all similar in shape and size to the frontal ones, so I’m confident the same weapon was used to inflict all of the stab wounds. The pattern and position of the rear injuries indicate the suspect chased the victim, stabbing her as she ran. Also, the rear injuries are predominantly to the right side, which suggests the attacker was right-handed.’
All the injuries were painstakingly photographed and measured before the body was rolled onto its back. As Martin proceeded to cut the chest cavity open with a large scalpel, Jane recalled her first post-mortem as a probationer. The smell of the internal organs had nearly made her faint, but now she had got used to it. She found the workings of the human body fascinating, unlike Moran, who was sucking his breath in and out behind the mask covering his mouth.
Having measured the depth of injuries and removed the internal organs, Martin took a close look at the heart. ‘Most fatal stab wounds to the chest involve the heart or the aorta.’ He pointed to a cut section at the top of the heart. ‘There you go: the left anterior descending coronary artery, which supplies blood to the left side of the heart muscle, has been severed. Her death would have been pretty quick once that had occurred.’
‘At least it wasn’t slow and painful,’ Jane remarked.
Martin looked at her over the rim of his glasses. ‘Sadly, it was probably the last injury to her body, and inflicted while she was in a prone position on her back.’
Jane realized the sheer terror that Mrs. Hastings must have been in at the time of her death. Initially attacked from the front, she tried to defend herself, then running for her life she was repeatedly stabbed in the back, before falling to the ground and rolling over to see the fatal blow coming towards her. Jane felt a shiver run through her body as she thought about it. She wondered if Gibbs was right about Andrew Hastings being a murderer. Although she thought Hastings was arrogant and objectionable, he had no criminal history of violence and so far there was no direct evidence against him.
It was another half an hour before Martin completed his examination of the body, brain and all the internal organs, taking blood and urine samples, which he placed in small glass phials and handed to Lawrence.
At midday Martin finally removed his pathology gown and handed it to the morgue attendant. ‘Cause of death was obviously the fatal stab wound to the heart. As for the weapon, the entry wounds are narrow with abraded edges, as opposed to fish-tailed, which you’d get from a knife. Also, the bruising from the hilt of the weapon is circular, so you could be looking for something like a screwdriver or chisel.’
‘Unusual weapon to use in a stabbing,’ Jane remarked.
‘I’ve seen it before, but not often,’ Martin replied.
Lawrence said there was no screwdriver, chisel or similar implement in the victim’s car. Any suspect murder weapon they found could now be compared to the injury measurements, both on the body and her upper clothing. He also added that the killer could be a tradesman of some sort and it might be worth checking if Sybil Hastings had had any work done in her flat recently. Jane said she would check with Agnes, adding that the murder weapon may have been close to hand when an argument started and that the killer lost his/her temper, grabbed it and in a frenzied attack stabbed her to death.
Moran sighed. ‘The type of weapon doesn’t get us much further.’
‘Well, looking for a screwdriver is better than looking for a needle in a haystack,’ Martin said, grinning at Moran.
‘Is there any change in your opinion on the time of death, since you attended the scene to view the body in the car boot?’ Moran asked.
‘No. She died on the Friday within the same time frame as the unknown victim, give or take an hour or two. And before you ask, DCI Moran, I can’t confirm if the same person is responsible for both murders. Both victims are women and were found in close proximity to each other, but with Mrs. Hastings there are no signs of any form of sexual assault or strangulation.’
Moran looked at Lawrence. ‘I really need the lab to pull out all the stops on this, Paul. Right now, forensics might be our only way to link or disassociate the two murders.’