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You don’t know who I am or where I am, do you, Detective Superintendent Roy Grace? Not a clue! One arrest. Then you had to let him go for lack of evidence. You’re panicking.

And I’m not.

Bit of a screw-up this afternoon, I’ve got to admit that. But I’ve recovered from far worse. I’ve been off the radar for twelve years and now I’m back. I might go again, but rest assured, hasta la vista, baby! I’ll be right back! Maybe next week, maybe next month, or next year, or next decade! When I do come back, you’ll be very sorry you said that small dick thing about me.

But I’m not gone just yet. I don’t want to leave with unfinished business.

I don’t want to leave without giving you something to really panic about. Something that’s going to make you look stupid to your new ACC boss. What’s that word you used in the Argus this evening? Hunting! You said that the Shoe Man is hunting.

Well, you’re right, I am! I’m hunting! Stalking!

I didn’t get her at the Withdean Sports Stadium, but I’ll get her tomorrow night.

I know her movements.