'That's stupid. Surely we should be keeping this out of the press. Knowing that there are two of them is the only advantage we've got...' A smal part of Thorne was relieved that Hol and could stil be so naive. 'There you go again, Hol and, thinking like a policeman. Detective Superintendent Jesmond, on the other hand...'-Brigstocke smiled at this, in spite of himself- 'has his job to consider and he's realised, quite cleverly, that to the great British public, two separate murderers sounds fractional y scarier than one pair of them...' Even as he spoke, Thorne could feel an old, instinctive dread beginning to settle over him. He was certain that the two men they were after would prove to be a whole lot scarier than any number of run-ofthe-mil , bog-standard murderers. When the meeting was over, Thorne, Brigstocke, McEvoy and Hol and left the room in silence, each in their own ways coming to terms with the importance, the urgency of the job ahead. If there were plenty of unanswered or unanswerable questions, one thing was horribly evident.
