Typing ‘unidentified’ into the search facility soon reduced the 415 cases down to just thirty-five. Thirty-five people who’d been pulled from the river in the last five years remained unidentified. She only needed the women. She ran another search and the thirty-five reduced to fourteen.But God, it was hard to concentrate. The heatwave was showing no sign of abating and Wapping police station was an old building, in which air-conditioning meant opening a window or turning on a fan. She stood up, wafted the open neck of her shirt, retied her ponytail and sat down again.According to the post-mortem reports, four of the women had been over fifty, taking the group down to ten. Two of the ten were of African or Caribbean origin, one was Oriental.Seven left, thought Lacey. What else? She got up, left the room and found herself heading for the jetty that took her down to the water. One of the unit’s fast-response boats had just left its mooring and was skimming over the water like a dragonfly.
