Goodhew thought as he swam, but it was not focused thinking. Disconnected thoughts followed their own drifting course around his consciousness. The woods, the lake, the rape-seed. What was the motive? The case had changed gears, accelerating from missing persons through abduction and ending in murder. With each new scenario, the stakes had been raised, and now the race appeared to be on with a serial killer. But, however distorted the motive had become, there had to be a reason and a trigger. Goodhew executed a swift turn in the water, propelling himself back towards the deep end. Why would I kill? he asked himself. He swam the length with his head down and his eyes open, watching the little mosaic tiles on the bottom of the pool flash by in a liquid blur. Love and greed were the commonest motivators. Love, greed and madness, he corrected himself.
