12 2nd September
Jack Culverhouse flicked through the reports that’d been left on his desk by Frank Vine. The door-to-door enquiries had thrown up nothing and speaking to Keira Quinn’s few friends and family had given them half as much.
On closer inspection it seemed that Keira hadn’t been working as a street prostitute, but rather as a private escort. There was no trace of any records of clients at her flat, so any link between her professional life and her death would be speculative at best.
It was a sad fact of life that prostitutes were far more likely to be murdered than most other people. With so many street prostitutes in Britain coming from migrant communities, it was likely that hundreds, if not thousands more died each year than were officially recorded.
Culverhouse took anot
