Harris sat with his feet on his desk and a cup of coffee in one hand, while he let his gaze drift over the photographs in front of him. His mind was actually somewhere else and he wasn't really taking notice of the photos, although that was not the impression he gave as his deputy entered his office.
"Any news, Sir?' Dawson asked. Harris twitched a little as he came back to reality.
"Oh, er not yet. We're still waiting for the men in white coats to come up with something."
"It was a bit odd, wasn't it? Dawson hadn't been in the squad for long. "Why would anyone do that to a horse. They're such beautiful creatures."
"You'd be surprised what goes through people's heads. Nothing much surprises me any more. The question is why did they do that? What was the reason?"
"I've no idea. They'd clearly been away from the scene for some time for that amount of decomposition to have taken place."
"Yes, we might be due for another incident in the near future. I've a feeling this wasn't a one-off attack."
"Shall I alert the racing authoriites to be on the look out for suspicious incidents, Sir?"
"Yes, yes. Good idea." Harris wasn't really that bothered about horses. He'd never followed the races nad never had time to enjoy the countryside. The loss of one horse to him was no big deal. He was more worried that a horse may not be the victim next time. He really wasn't in the right frame of mind to chase down a serial killer.
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