Bumstead shakes his head slowly, turns away from the board.
 Picks up a cup of hot tea, pours milk into it from a small jar.

 TIGHT ON THE TEA CUP  -  Cream SWIRLS into a rapidly dissolving
 spiral.  Bumstead looks up.  Puts down the cup hurriedly, turns
 back to the map.

 With a thick pen he traces a line between each point marking
 the location of the victims.  He steps back to examine his
 handiwork.

 A SPIRAL  -  moving outwards.  Beyond the last victim it
 becomes a dotted line, following the same trajectory but with a
 big question mark beside it.