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London is excited by a cruel crime - a terrible "doll" sewn from parts of human bodies was found in one of the apartments in the city center. Journalists have already dubbed the sadist the Rag Doll. But he does not stop there and teases the police by making public a list of his future victims and the exact dates of their death. Catch a psychopath is taken by William "Wolf" Leighton-Cokes, a detective with a scandalous biography. Can he prevent the deaths of the unfortunates on the Rag Doll's list when the whole world is watching his every move? And why is the detective himself on this list?

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Daniel Cole

Ragdoll

What do I care if you're the devil?

Samantha Boyd ducked under the flimsy police fence and looked up at the statue of Justice that dominated London's infamous Old Bailey. Although she, according to the plan, was supposed to symbolize strength and justice, today the woman saw her in her true form - in the guise of a desperate and disillusioned lady, ready at any moment to fall from the roof down onto the pavement. She, of course, did not have a blindfold, unlike sisters around the world, because when it comes to issues such as racism and corruption in law enforcement, “blind justice” turns into just a concept for naive simpletons.

Due to the crowd of journalists who flooded the center of London and settled so firmly that they even turned it into an absurd middle-class slum, all surrounding streets and tube stations were again closed. From the trash-strewn pavement, food cartons bearing the Marx and Spencer and Pret-à-Mange logos proudly looked out. To the buzz of electric shavers, famous designer sleeping bags were stowed away; a crappy travel iron in the hands of some guy absolutely refused to hide the fact that its owner slept in a shirt and tie that he had in a single copy.

Pushing through the crowd, Samantha was nervous. After six minutes of walking from Chancery Lane station, her forehead was perspiring, and a strand of platinum hair broke out in the very place where she had previously stabbed her in a futile attempt to change her appearance. The press identified all those involved in the trial from the very beginning. Today, on the forty-fifth day of the trial, the portraits of Samantha managed to fly around all the major newspapers in the world. She even somehow had to call the police when one particularly stubborn reporter followed her all the way to her home in Cleveland, not reacting in any way to her attempts to get rid of him. Determined not to draw any more unnecessary attention to herself, the woman walked, looking straight ahead and not raising her head.

There were two queues along Newgate Street, one leading to a row of dry closets that clearly couldn't meet the needs of everyone in need, the other to a blinking neon Starbucks coffee shop. Breaking free of the whirlpool that seethed between these two poles, Samantha moved towards the police guarding the entrance to the courtrooms. When she happened to be in the field of view of one of the cameras, dozens of reporting from the scene, a small journalist attacked her and angrily shouted something in Japanese.

Last day, Samantha reminded herself, leaving a stream of completely incomprehensible abuse in her wake. Some eight hours and her life will return to normal.

At the door, an unfamiliar policeman carefully examined her identity card and subjected her to a procedure now familiar to her: lock personal items in a special box; in response to the reaction of the metal detector, explain that she is physically unable to remove the wedding ring; inwardly annoyed at the sweat stains during the search, and then walk down the featureless corridor and join the other eleven jurors for a cup of lukewarm instant coffee.

Due to the unprecedented global media attention and the incident at Samantha's house, the jury decided to settle in one place under guard, which immediately aroused the anger of the public, because the bills issued by the hotel cost the taxpayers tens of thousands of pounds. They used to talk about different topics in the mornings, but now, after two months of hearings, each of them mainly complained about the monotony of the evening menu at the restaurant, about back pain after spending the night in a hotel bed, and lamented the absence of a wife, husband, children, or final season of the series "Lost" - who lacked something.

When the bailiff finally came for the members of the jury, a tense silence, hidden by innocent chatter, broke free. The foreman of the jury, an elderly man named Stanley, whom the others had appointed to this position only because of his striking resemblance to Gandalf, slowly got up and left the room. Others followed him.

In the Old Bailey, the number one court in the world, only criminal cases of the highest importance were heard. Here, sinister celebrities such as Crippen, Sutcliffe and Dennis Nielsen were responsible for their terrible sins from the dock. Artificial light flooded the room through a huge frosted-glass window overhead, illuminating the dark wood paneling and green leather upholstery.

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Daniel Cole

Ragdoll

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What do I care if you're the devil?

Last day, Samantha reminded herself, leaving a stream of completely incomprehensible abuse in her wake. Some eight hours and her life will return to normal.

Taking her usual place in the front row, closest to the dock, Samantha suddenly realized that the white dress she had made herself was a bit short. She placed the case file on her knees, much to the annoyance of the lustful old man, the foreman of the jury, who, on the first day of the hearing, almost trampled on his neighbor, wanting to settle down next to her without fail.

Unlike the courtrooms celebrated in American films, where the elegantly dressed defendant is supposed to sit at the same table as the defense, at the Old Bailey the defendant sat in front of a formidable audience all alone. The low but thick glass partitions that surrounded its elevation once again emphasized that a person who was inside was a great danger to others.

That he is guilty until proven innocent.

Directly across from the dock, to Samantha's left, sat the judges. Above the chair in the center of the room - the only one that remained free during the entire trial - a sword with a gilded handle hung against the background of the coat of arms of the kingdom. Court clerks, prosecution and defense were located in the center; the public gallery against the far wall was packed with exalted, sleep-deprived spectators who had to camp overnight at the entrance to the Old Bailey in order to secure seats and witness the end of this mind-blowing process. In the back of the hall, in God-forsaken places under the gallery, sat a motley variety of small people, one way or another involved in the process: experts whose opinion the lawyers might or might not need; law clerks; and, of course, the police officer who arrested the suspect, a detective nicknamed the Wolf, William Oliver Leighton-Cokes, who sat in the very center of this motley gathering.

The wolf was present in the courtroom for all forty-six days and spent countless hours looking at the dock from his inconspicuous place at the exit. Strongly built, with a weather-beaten face and dark blue eyes, he looked about forty, maybe a little more. Samantha thought that the detective might well be called attractive if he did not give the impression of a man who had not slept for several months and carried the heavy burden of the world around him on his shoulders. Although, to be honest, it was.

The Cremator Killer, as the press dubbed him, became the most bloodthirsty serial killer in the history of London. Twenty-seven victims in twenty-seven days, all prostitutes between the ages of fifteen and sixteen. The enormous interest in this case, among other things, was also due to the fact that it opened the eyes of the ill-informed masses to the harsh reality that is happening right under their noses, on the very streets where they live. Most of the victims were found still smoldering - he pumped them with tranquilizers and burned them alive, while the fire destroyed almost every conceivable evidence. And then the atrocities suddenly stopped abruptly. In the absence of suspects, the police were at a loss. All the time the investigation lasted, a flurry of criticism fell upon her - for inaction and inability to stop the death of teenagers, but when eighteen days had passed since the last murder, Detective Wolf took the criminal into custody.

The man in the dock was named Naguib Khalid. An Englishman of Pakistani origin and a Sunni Muslim, he worked as a taxi driver in London. He lived alone and in the past has been involved in an arson case. When the DNA test results arrived in court, confirming that he had driven the three victims in the back seat of his car, and corroborating Detective Volk's murderous testimony, the case seemed clear to everyone. But then, on the fifth day, it began to fall apart.

Alibis surfaced, refuting the surveillance data collected by Wolf and his team. It turned out that during the investigation, Khalid was pressured and intimidated. Contradictory forensic evidence led to the fact that burned DNA samples were excluded from the list of irrefutable evidence. To top it all off, the head of the Internal Investigations Department of the Metropolitan Police, to the utter delight of the defense, sent out a letter, which, among other things, was offered to the attention of Samantha. This message, written by an anonymous colleague just a couple of days before the last murder, expressed concern about the state of mind of Detective Volk and his methods of conducting an investigation, and also suggested that he was "desperate" and "crazy" in this case, so the authorities offered him immediately remove.