"The water supply!" Scruff gasped in horror. I nodded.
"Of course. How else do you ensure every drug user in London gets the second half of the poison? It'll be harmless to everyone else - and according to the Sparrow that part of the poison passes through the body in a matter of days if it doesn't react with the first part. Gosh, it's so simple - and so utterly devastating."
"But that doesn't make sense. I mean, who'd pay to save the lives of thousands of drug-users?"
"You're assuming this criminal's after money, Scruff."
"You don't think Toxic is?"
"No. The plan's all wrong for that. See, it must have cost millions to buy the drug shipments, doctor them, then sell them cheaply. Now, why such an expensive plan when there are dozens of cheaper methods of extortion? Besides, once the threat was made it would be all but impossible to get into the water treatment works and introduce the second half of the poison to the water supply."
"So you think this is just murder on a massive scale? But why?"
"Jack the Ripper targetted prostitutes. Toxic targets drug users. There's a definite method to this madness - there always is in true cases of criminal insanity."
"So what do we do? Watch the water treatment works?"
"We go to bed. I don't think Toxic's ready to move yet."
"Why not?"
"Why kill witnesses if the plan was going forward tonight? If the second chemical was about to be added, Toxic wouldn't bother about killing off cogs in the plan. The very fact that Toxic still cares about what these people might say means we still have a chance."
"Why didn't you say 'him' and 'he'?"
"Because for all we knows, Toxic could be a woman, and I want to keep my options open," I answered. "Now, I need my beuty sleep, and you need to sleep as well."
We went off to rest, not knowing what the next day would bring. It was probably just as well.
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