I'm sorry it took so long to update. I have had problems writing lately. This chapter is shorter because I wanted to publish something. Thank you for reading!


- "You know who else we found here, don't you, at this exact same spot?"

- "Yes, Miles, I remember."

Chandler and Miles were stumbling through the dark sand that was still wet from the tide and dew. Their feet sank into the ground and forced them to fight for balance as they moved towards the tent at the far end of the shore.

- "What do you make of it then?" Miles asked. He had to catch his breath and damned the fact that walking on a beach was a hard workout for him. He blamed it on the cold; it had nothing at all to do with his age.

- "Let's not jump to conclusions. The Thames might have brought St Clarie here by pure coincidence." Chandler looked towards the water and tried to figure out if the body of the man they had been looking for could be a floater that had drifted into shore. But he doubted it. The tent was placed awfully high up on the beach; there had to have been some strong waves to bring a body up so high.

- "I'm not jumping anywhere. Not in this bloody sand." Miles said grouchily as he hunched down to walk in to the tent. Miles greeted the woman who was on her knees by the corpse. "Good morning, Caroline."

Chandler couldn't help but to react to the strong smell that filled the tent. He closed his eyes and put his hands up to his nose. A small moan of disgust escaped him. Caroline Llewellyn greeted the two men with a nod.

- "And a smelly morning it is, DS Miles. DI Chandler."

- "It stinks." Chandler stated the obvious and he got a sympathetic smile from the pathologist as she stood up rubbing a knot out of her lower back.

- "That's what water does that to our bodies. They look even worse than they smell."

Miles sniffed the air but couldn't smell anything. At least something good came out of having a slightly stuffed nose.

- "This one has been in water a couple of days, up to a week, but not in the Thames."

- "What?" Chandler looked confused.

- "I would say that the body has been kept in water somewhere else then dumped on the beach. It's too far away from the waterline to have been brought here by the waves. No, I'd say that this is a dumping site."

- "But he did drown?"

- "No, he was dead before he hit the water. But let's start this off right." Llewellyn pointed at the body. She didn't kneel down again. Her big baby belly was making it hard for her do to her work as she used to. She hoped that the last couple of weeks before the due date do would go by fast. "Male, 30 something. We have found an ID on him that makes him out to be a Gideon St Claire. They say you have been looking for him."

Chandler nodded.

"Well he seems like he was killed by asphyxiation, if you want my preliminary guess. But he also has extensive damage to head and chest. A large penetrating wound in the chest, a couple of ribs missing. The man's heart has been cut to pieces and there is almost nothing left in the chest cavity. The skull has been cracked open, quite violently, I do say. A large portion of it is missing and the brain is gone."

- "Sound familiar?" Miles whispered to Chandler, who nodded in response. Chandler felt himself go cold and his mouth dry. Names he didn't like remembering flashed through his mind. Lenny Cobb, Frank "The Mad Axeman" Mitchell, the Krays.

- "Is that it?" Chandler asked unnerved. He wanted to leave the tent and go out into the early morning sunlight. The small tents the police used to cover the bodies had never been his favourite place but today it felt more claustrophobic than ever.

- "No, there's more. He has also been cut over the face. Two diagonal lacerations that extend from the corner of his mouth up the cheeks to the ears."

- "A Chelsea smile," Miles stated calmly, but his eyes didn't look calm.

- "Similar but not quite authentic. The cuts aren't as deep and damage wouldn't be as severe. They just scraped the skin."

If Chandler had had any doubt that this body was supposed to imitate the ones of Lenny Cobb or Frank "The Mad Axeman" Mitchell, it would have died with the fake Chelsea smile. He quickly turned and walked out without another word.

-"Ta. And take care, sweetheart." Miles shot Llewellyn a faint smile and followed Chandler.

Chandler and Miles walked quietly back to the car. They didn't have to speak to know what the other one was thinking. Their working relationship had become one of complete trust and reliance. Lately they had more than once reached the same conclusion without speaking. Chandler knew how Miles's mind was trying to make sense of the body they had just seen. He knew that the older man had already settled on the same conclusion as himself as their eyes met over the car roof.

- "The Krays, huh?" Miles sounded as if he couldn't believe the words that were coming out of his mouth.

- "Seems like it."

- "Damn it."

- "Yeah."

- "Why kill St Clarie, keep him in water somewhere else then drop him of here of all places?"

Chandler just shrugged dolefully and looked back at the tent on the shore. Llewellyn's assistant was walking in and out of the tent. A few constables were marching up and down the beach with their eyes pinned to the sand. They were all hoping to find that one crucial piece of evidence that would solve the whole case.

- "But it must be connected to the Black murder right?" Miles pushed on. He needed to talk about this. He needed to get answers although he knew that Chandler wouldn't have any.

- "I believe so."

- "But what does it all mean?"

Chandler sighed with his whole body. He looked like he had age fifty years over the last hour.

- "We have another copycat on our hands. One that is copying our old cases."

- "Holy shit."

-" You can say that again." Chandler opened the door and placed his big frame in the driver seat. Miles quickly sat down in the seat next to him. The older man let out a big sneeze and started to cough loudly, making Chandler pull away and push up against the door. Chandler's hand grabbed the handle. His mind kicked in to flight response, thinking about running away from the bacteria that Miles was spreading in the car

- "You are sick." Chandler voice was a mixture of disgust and fear.

- "No I'm finbe, sir."

Chandler shot Miles a disbelieving look, unsure if he should kick Miles out of the car or if he should be the one to leave and walk back to the station. He forced himself to calm down and turned to key in the ignition.

- "Anyone that pronounces the word fine with a 'b' is far from fine. You are a liability to the whole team," he muttered and pushed his foot down the gas.

- "Sir, with all due respect, it's just a bloody cold. It's not like I'm spreading the Ebola virus or something."

Absolute horror flashed over Chandler's face.