I wouldn’t see her die, but that didn’t matter now. The cold would probably finish her off tomorrow: if she survived the night. Nobody could possibly find her and in several months these buildings would be reduced by the wrecking ball to a heap of rubble and dust. Any human remains would be impossible to find and the mystery of where Lorimer’s relation had gone would never be solved.
It gave me no little satisfaction to imagine the rest of his life spent wondering about that. Blaming himself, perhaps, and having to answer the inevitable questions his wife would ask.
It was another sort of death, wasn’t it? A different way to kill a man. This might even finish his police career. Or destroy his marriage.
Smiling to myself, I stripped off the leather gloves then the layer of latex below, feeling the sweat lingering on my fingers. It didn’t pay to be careless, even though nobody would ever suspect someone like me.
As I opened the car door I felt a rush of cool air. I would have to leave the Golf parked down in this concrete basement at least until nightfall. Then what? A sudden memory came to me of laughter and faces illuminated by firelight, the rush of excitement as the petrol tank had roared and the flames had soared into the darkened sky. Yes, I decided. That’s how I would do it; only I would be by myself this time.
With nobody to see me.