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‘Where am I going, Penn?’ Kim barked into the phone.

After what Stacey had just told her, they didn’t have a minute to lose. The fact that their killer was foregoing any kind of preamble meant they were in a hurry. They wanted Leona dead as soon as possible.

‘I’ve got two potential locations, boss. Following Stacey’s suggestion that our killer will want to make a statement at a place that means something, we have two local sites associated with pageants during our time frame. There was a community hall in Netherton that hosted some of the smaller pageants. The building is gone, but the land is still vacant.’

‘And the other?’

‘A civic hall in Wordsley that hosted the bigger events. The building is still there but derelict.’

‘Did they have to be in opposite directions?’ Kim asked, knowing that wasn’t Penn’s fault. ‘Okay, people, which one?’

‘Wordsley,’ they all said together.

‘Agreed. Penn, get yourself to Netherton just in case and let me know when you get there,’ she said before ending the call.

Bryant was already heading away from the kerb.

Even if they’d called it right that their killer was intent on using a meaningful location, she now had to wonder if they’d chosen the right one.

If not, Leona Carter was as good as dead.