A few minutes later, the freeways started to climb up into the highlands. A police car with its siren going and lights flashing passed them doing at least 130 kilometres per hour.
“Stupid fucks!” Keith was angry. “They’ll frighten the killer and then he’ll
kill Lou and Cody.”
“Calm down, Key.
Maybe it’s just for now,” said Esmé.
“We’re half an hour behind them. Maybe they’ll use the siren until they
get closer and then turn it off.”
Keith didn’t answer.
A minute or two after that, they heard the sound of a chopper going by
fast. It flew overhead, a few hundred
metres up, and its noise for a moment was so loud that even if they’d spoken
they wouldn’t have heard each other.
As the sound diminished, Keith said, “Well, at least
they’ve taken it seriously.”
“They’ll be too late!” Jason answered, agonised. “Lou and them must be there by now!”
“If they’re still alive!” replied Keith grimly.
“He always killed his victims on Mt Macedon, didn’t
he? The newspaper article I read said
that. But obviously he lived in the
city. So maybe the Mt Macedon thing is
necessary to him in some way. He has to
do his killing there.” Esmé’s voice was
reasonable, calm. But when Jason looked
at her he could see the strain in her face and posture.
“Perhaps he’ll change his routine,” growled Keith.
“No. They
don’t. I know. I know it very well. Maybe they change incrementally. A slightly different modus operandi each
time. But I think he’ll want to be where
he was before. Even though the situation
is different this time. Where he does it
means something to him. Mt Macedon is
important, for some reason.”
Keith flicked her a quick glance, then turned his eyes
back to the road. “Okay.”
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