‘Well,’ he said. Slivka put her hands in her pockets. ‘No more beating about the bush, anyway.’ ‘No.’ ‘Who on the filmset would have access to morphine, do you think?’ ‘That I don’t know, Slivka. Now, first things first,’ he said as they began to climb the steps to where the car was parked. ‘Let’s get hold of her medical records. Maybe she’d a good reason for taking it.’ ‘It’s possible.’ Slivka’s cigarette tip flared orange. ‘But if not, well then – our killer gives the girl a possibly fatal dose of morphine, then strangles her and then hangs her. He’s nothing if not thorough.’ ‘Or she could have been an addict,’ Korolev said, following his own train of thought. ‘Peskov didn’t find any signs of intravenous morphine addiction. No needle marks. Pills perhaps?’ ‘Maybe. Of course, if it wasn’t taken voluntarily by her, then someone could have slipped the drug into her food or drink.
