Colin parked his police car just off the road on the
gravel track leading to Sanitarium Lake.
This was 50 metres beyond the turnoff from Mt Macedon road towards the
camping site where Cody had escaped from the Killer. He didn’t know where the Killer was headed
but that seemed as good a place as any. He
had parked behind a thick native bush so that he would not be seen from the
road. The car had a radio which
connected him to the search and rescue operation now going on. There were 4 police cars as well as the
police helicopter converging on Mt Macedon.
He thumbed the radio on and spoke to the driver of the police car from
the Woodend police station. He was on
its way up the northern slopes of the mountain to its peak. He would be with him in 5 minutes. Colin could hear the car’s siren going.
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“Turn your siren off, Jeff!” he said sharply.
“Done,” came the laconic response and Colin who just
been able to catch the sound of the siren over the soft noises of the forest
stopped hearing it. The radio was silent
too.
“Approach with care.
This guy’s killed five already and he probably has a gun. That’s five that we know about.”
“Will do.”
Colin decided that it would take too long to get
Luigi’s car model, colour and number.
But what he could do was use the police car’s computer linkup to check
the number of any likely car that came up the road from the south, and if it
was Luigi’s to act. Yet he wasn’t sure
whether the Killer was bringing them here to the peak of Mt Macedon. Perhaps he might stray from his previous
pattern? He must know that the police
knew about him, that they would be on his track, and that he probably had very
little time. Yet he had driven out
here. Was his need to cut his victims so
strong? Colin remembered with a shudder
the cube of flesh cut out from Cody’s buttocks.
Did he need this special place?
Was there something in his past which made it specific for him?
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