by Lee Weeks
She stood and followed him out of the bathroom and down the stairs. ‘Please. . please. . don’t do this to me. . to us. . don’t shut me out like this. We need each other now. I’ve only had one glass, I promise. Alfie fell asleep. You know he does it sometimes. I took my eye off him for a few minutes and he fell asleep while he was playing with his toys. Please. . I’m doing my best. No more drink for me tonight. I’ll cut right down. It’s just that I’m so lonely, just me and Alfie here all day, and I miss Alex so much. I miss making dinner for him. I miss hearing him talk about his day, getting his kit ready for sports, hearing him switch the telly on in the other room and. . I miss him so badly.’
Alfie was waking up, wiping his snotty nose in Michael’s suit jacket.
‘Here. .’ He gave him to her. . ‘I have to go out. I’ll be working late. Someone has to keep food on the table, wine in the fucking fridge. Try not to get too pissed. Don’t wait up.’
‘Mike?’ She called after him. ‘They need you to do a DNA test. They found a bit of Alex’s Arsenal shirt. Mike?’
The front door slammed shut.
Chapter 48
Back at Fletcher House Ebony and Carter joined Robbo at his desk to take a look at the CCTV footage of the surrounding streets leading to the Arsenal stadium.
‘I’ve been looking for all sightings of Alex Tapp on CCTV in the area.’
‘This is Alex leaving the stadium at half time. He’s wearing his Arsenal shirt. Here he’s looking around.’
‘Is he looking for someone?’ asked Carter. ‘What’s he got in his hands? Looks like a book.’
‘Bigger,’ said Ebony. ‘A laptop, or tablet maybe.’
‘Yes,’ agreed Robbo. ‘He’s carrying it as if it’s important to him, precious. Was there any mention of him having disappeared with his laptop?’ He turned to ask Carter who shook his head in reply. ‘Here, he crosses the road past the Tesco’s on the corner, then he keeps walking. He seems to know where to go.’
‘He’s headed back towards the Underground station,’ said Carter.
‘Ah. You think so, and then he doubles back. Here.’ Robbo double-clicked on another film at the bottom of the screen. ‘We pick him up again walking on the pavement opposite Tesco’s, as if someone has told him to double-back and throw us off the scent. Here he walks up towards Highbury Hill. Then we lose him again until. . this.’ Robbo clicked on another film. ‘This was taken off St Paul’s Road down towards Highbury Corner, that’s about a fifteen-minute walk from the stadium.’ The squeeze around Robbo’s PC became even tighter as everyone moved closer to get a better look at the grainy image on the screen.
‘He’s with a woman,’ said Carter. He looked at the screen as Alex turned to look up at the woman. ‘How tall is Alex, Ebb, do we know?’
‘Five five, Sarge.’
‘So the woman is what, five nine? She looks a good few inches taller than him.’
‘She could have heels, Sarge; she could be anything from about five four.’
‘Long dark hair, probably a wig,’ said Carter. ‘You can see how she’s keeping her head down while she’s talking to Alex. She knows she might be on camera. What do we think about Alex? Ebb?’
‘He looks nervous, Sarge. He keeps looking over his shoulder. He’s having second thoughts maybe.’
‘Now her arm goes around him,’ said Carter.
‘Maternal,’ said Robbo.
‘Agreed,’ said Carter. ‘She’s not promised him sex obviously. She’s not coming on to him. She’s promised him something else. . love, friendship, something he’s been missing. Something he wants so badly he’s prepared to walk out on his friend in the middle of his team’s match on his birthday. Whatever it is she’s promised it’s worth the world to him.’
‘There. .’ said Ebony. ‘He’s turning again. Looking behind.’
‘But he knows he could easily run from her.’ Robbo stared at the screen. He enlarged it. ‘He passes a policeman there. He could easily say something but he doesn’t. She leaves her arm around him and he looks up and smiles at her. He seems to be finally sure of what he’s doing at this point.
‘We lose him for a bit after they turn down the next street. But after a few more minutes. . look at this.’ Robbo moved onto another clip where a van door was opening and Alex was getting into the passenger seat. ‘Bingo.’
‘Shit. .’ Carter shook his head.
‘Yeah, we have a match to the plates, but they don’t belong to that vehicle. They were stolen a week before Alex’s abduction. Nothing’s been seen of them since that day,’ said Robbo
‘Who is she?’ Carter enlarged the picture of the woman for a better look.
‘Sandford says it’s a definite result matching the hair sample from Blackdown Barn and Sonny’s flat. Same woman, definitely.’
‘Maybe this is her?’ Carter picked up his keys and his coat and looked across at Ebony.
‘Let’s go, Ebb. I want to see what Sandford’s found.’
Chapter 49
Carter showed his warrant card. ‘Sorry, sir. . you can’t go down there.’ A police officer stopped their car as Ebony and Carter turned off the main road and tried to head up the lane leading to Blackdown Barn. They were at a roadblock. ‘We have heavy machinery coming back and forth; this is the only access.’
‘No problem. We’ll park on the main road and walk up.’ Carter reversed back onto the road and parked up as close to the hedge as he could get. It was three in the afternoon.
As they walked up towards the house they heard the rumble of machinery and the muted rat-a-tat of a jack-hammer breaking up concrete. An officer watched them approach. Carter recognized him. ‘Alright, Jacko? How long have you been here?’ Carter asked as they drew level.
‘Since five this morning, Sarge. Just another couple of hours.’
‘Bet you’ll be glad. . chills to the fucking bones, this cold. Anything happen today?’
‘Thermal imaging and dogs, Sarge.’
‘Find anything?’
‘Not yet.’
‘They gone?’
‘Yes, Sarge.’
‘Thank Christ for that; can’t stand those handlers.’ He grinned. ‘You want a cup of tea?’
‘Please. . two sugars.’
They found Sandford inside the house. He had a sample bag with the contents of a drain in it. He held up the mash of scum and hair.
‘From the drain in the shower at the far end. My guess is it is more of the same. . the woman from Sonny’s. Her hair is everywhere.’ Carter took the bag from him and then passed it to Ebony. ‘She’s blonde and losing a lot of hair.’
‘How far have they got with the digging?’ There was a welcome lull in the noise of digging coming from below them.
‘They’re concentrating on the house, starting on the garden in a couple of days; then the surrounding countryside.’
‘Can we take another look around?’ Carter had to shout over the noise of the jackhammer downstairs again.
‘Be my guest.’
They walked into the kitchen. Carter started opening up the cupboards.
‘Fascinating what people have in their kitchens, don’t you think, Ebb? You like cooking?’
‘Not really, Sarge.’ Ebony opened the fridge door and the smell of bleach bounced off the shelves. ‘Maybe it’s the pregnant woman who liked to cook.’
‘Trust me, pregnant women like to eat but they don’t like to cook. Cabrina gets nauseous at so many things. She might eat a family-size pizza but she sure as hell wouldn’t want to cook it. So maybe that’s his first mistake, Ebb: he’s left behind a little bit of his personality in this cupboard. . If it was my cupboard it would be filled with Italian seasoning: basil, parsley, oregano. You know, Ebb, she’s still not talking to me.’ Ebb straightened up from peering under a wall unit and looked at him. She didn’t know what to say. He didn’t expect an answer. He talked as he searched through the rest of the cupboards.
‘The thing is, we’ve been together for five years
. We get on really well. Of course when she got pregnant. . it was a shock. You know, I didn’t know whether I was pleased or not. . but I tried to be. I couldn’t help thinking. . no more holidays, no more long lie-ins. The place will stink of nappies and Cabrina will be tired and get fat like her mum.’ He looked up to see Ebb flash him an accusing look. ‘Yeah. . yeah. . shallow, I know. But I’m being truthful with you, Ebb; mate to mate. I wouldn’t say that out loud to Cabrina.’ Carter opened a large walk-in larder. He carried on talking as he disappeared from view. ‘Was a shock. . I guess. But I went along with it. We started to plan, think how it would work.’ He emerged from the larder and waited to catch her eye. ‘It was when she said we’d never get a buggy up the stairs to the flat and we’d have to move a bit further out to get a good school that I think I must have shown it on my face.’ Carter stopped to see if the extractor above the cooker worked. It did. ‘Whatever it was, I didn’t handle it well. She didn’t give me chance to think about it, adjust. I came back from work and she’d gone. No contact for a week. It’s doing my head in. Now she’s staying with her parents and they got plenty of room for the baby and the buggy. Now I feel like I have no idea what I can do to say: yeah. . I’m scared but I’ll give it a go. Because. . to be honest with you, Ebb. . people keep saying bide your time or get on with your life. . but. . the more I do that, the more I feel her slip away and yep. . to be honest with you. . it’s a tough call seeing the future without Cabrina in it.’
‘And the baby?’
‘Yes. . one hundred per cent, Ebb. . and the baby. Cabrina is the baby to me. . Whatever Cabrina wants is all that matters to me. I’m just like every other bloke. I can’t decide when it’s time to settle down; I need a woman to decide that for me. So. . I surrender. . I accept and then she’s like. . fuck you. . too late.’
‘Give her time, Sarge. .’
Carter sighed, nodded. ‘Okay, let’s leave it to Sandford; he’ll have this place dismantled. If there’s anything left in here he’ll find it. I want to have another look out the back.’
The digger was standing idle. It was a sharp and clear sky above, but no longer bright blue — it was slipping into a cold dusk. All the patio slabs were up, neatly stacked at the far side of the garden. Carter called out to one of the men drinking tea, ‘Officer on the gate: two sugars.’ He got a nod by way of reply. ‘Ebb?’ Ebony was staring at the machinery. The digger was like one she’d made from a kit once, free in a packet of cornflakes; it had spokes on the wheels and the wheels actually turned. ‘Ebb. . you ready?’
They walked round, following the outside wall; an original wall: each stone laid by hand when the barn was first built two hundred years earlier. Spiders had made funnel webs between the cracks, their webs now frozen like fine lace.
Ebony watched Carter as he looked at his feet, pressing the ground with his expensive boots encased in polythene, feeling his way. She looked skyward. The light couldn’t make it through the tangled canopy of branches. The air was trapped with the smell of rotting leaves and past bonfires. At the end of the garden a newer wall marked the boundary between that property and the next and the trees gave way to a cleared area where two composters stood, their open ends on the flattened ground.
Ebony lifted the lid on each one in turn; both were half full. Carter looked in and recoiled.
‘Fuck. .’
Hundreds of fat worms were stretching their ribbed bodies over the rotting matter.
Ebony dipped her gloved hand in one of the bins and pulled out a handful of rich brown crumbly compost and let it sift through her fingers. Carter stared at her as if she were mad.
‘Not sure what it’s supposed to look like, Sarge.’
‘It should have all sorts of lumps of rotting stuff, vegetation, kitchen waste, that sort of thing in there.’
She moved it round with her hand. ‘Can’t see any vegetables or kitchen peelings in it, Sarge; it’s very fine.’
Carter looked back to the garden. ‘That’s a lot of compost produced from just leaves. Anything else in there?’ She shook her head.
He called back down the garden and two officers arrived.
‘Can you get something to slide beneath these bins? I want to empty them. I think this is shop-bought compost.’
Ten minutes later their contents were laid out on a plastic sheet and Ebony was gently scraping away the last of the rotting leaves and compost from beneath where the bins had stood.
‘Sarge?’ She moved the fragments of bone towards him. In the centre was a child’s tooth.
Chapter 50
‘Unlike the previous victims, an attempt had been made to dispose of the body by burning it.’
Davidson sat at Carter’s old desk and bowed his head in thought, as if he had a heavy weight on the back of his head. Occasionally he seemed to realize what he was doing and sat upright, but slowly gravity pulled him back down.
‘She was a young girl of around ten years old. .’ Harding was addressing the meeting. ‘She was found by DC Willis and DS Carter in a fire pit hidden beneath a compost bin.’
Jeanie looked across and smiled at Ebony proudly. It was eight in the morning in the ETO. The room was packed to hear about the latest development.
Harding continued: ‘The temperature in the pit was not high enough to have much impact on the skeleton but the flesh has gone. The bones are mainly yellowed and some splintering has occurred. We will still be able to extract mitochondrial DNA. We’re waiting on results. I can’t give you cause of death but it’s not strangulation. The small bones at the top of her spinal column were still intact. No obvious injuries except she broke her arm in the six months prior to her death. There is a metal pin in the humerus bone usually put in to help align it whilst healing.’
Robbo spoke: ‘We think we have a match to a missing person: eleven-year-old Shannon Mannings was last seen on the Friday before the Easter weekend on March twenty-sixth 2010. She disappeared from a children’s home in Wales. Hospital records show that Shannon had her arm broken on a home visit courtesy of her stepfather. We have requested mitochondrial DNA from her mother.
‘Because of her home-life Shannon was sent to the children’s home, which is in a rural location. We do know that she was a problem child with a history of self-destructive behaviour; sexualized young by her mother she was sexually active and undergoing counselling for it.’
Davidson stood and took over: ‘We should be able to find out if she had been groomed by anyone before she disappeared. Carter. . you and DC Willis will head up to interview the manager of the home and see if we can find out any more.’
‘Jesus. . why Shannon Mannings? There must have been lots of kids they could kill for their organs? Why didn’t they find an easier target?’ asked Carter.
‘Because Shannon was an exact match for someone,’ answered Harding.
‘Pre-ordered?’ Davidson looked at her. ‘You’re saying that they have a shopping list, these people? They don’t just kill: they kill to order?’ Harding nodded.
‘I agree,’ said Robbo. ‘She was for a specific client: tissue type, blood, age type, all of it was pre-ordered. But the person she was meant for wasn’t ready. Shannon was a walking organ bank. She was kept in Blackdown Barn until they were ready for her.’
‘Maybe that person also stayed at Blackdown Barn,’ said Carter. ‘They could have recovered there after the operation. Maybe that’s why Chichester chose an expensive property. If it was just to hold the victims it wouldn’t have mattered what the place looked like as long as it was secure. If it was to impress clients it would.’
‘Is that possible?’ Davidson looked at Harding. His face was clouded with confusion. ‘Really? A bespoke organ stealing team?’
‘I think it is,’ said Harding.
Davidson shook his head in disbelief. ‘I can’t grasp it.’
‘Nor me. .’ Harding agreed. ‘But the facts are there for us to see.’
Davidson was still trying to take it in. He shook his head, looked a
round the room, his eyes settled on Harding. ‘Who could live with that. . saving someone they loved by harvesting another? Plus, logistically?’
‘Logistically it would take enormous organization and insider help,’ answered Harding ‘You’d have to have a way into hospital records to find your matching donors. But it’s not difficult. Someone working in the system now or able to hack into NHS records could do it easily. You ask me? I think it’s not just feasible, it makes perfect sense: people don’t care about the moral side of things any more. If your kid, husband, mother was dying, and they needed a transplant? Are you telling me you wouldn’t consider buying them one? I know I would.’
Chapter 51
Carter watched as Ebony did up her seat belt.
‘You okay, Ebb?’
‘Yes, Sarge. I feel okay. .’
He looked across at her as he pulled away from the parking space.
‘Spit it out, Ebb. What’s bugging you?’
‘Just that. . no one’s heard of Shannon before today; she was a nobody who ended up murdered. There was never going to be a Crimewatch story about a girl like Shannon disappearing. Kids run away all the time: normal kids even from good homes, from loving two-parent families. . Even they run away and are never seen again. What hope has someone like Shannon got and who cares? She’s just one more troubled kid from one more kids’ home.’
‘I understand what you’re saying, Ebb, and yeah. . you’re right. . a hundred and fifty thousand kids go missing every year in the UK. Some of them find their way home, some end up in snuff movies. It’s the society we live in; we accept it as normal but it shouldn’t be. Everyone failed Shannon. She was easy prey. But if this is personal with you and you want to talk to me about stuff. . you go ahead. I’ve been sounding off about Cabrina and the baby but I can listen too. . try me.’
