Little Girl Gone

by Stephen Edger

  Sensing the seriousness of the situation, Owen lowered his mug to the desk and grabbed a set of keys from the tray on one of the cabinets. ‘Come on, I’ll drive you.’

  Ray allowed Owen to lead him from the office, down the double set of stairs and into the yard where the team’s unmarked squad cars rested.

  Holding the key aloft, Owen pressed the remote and looked to see which unlocked, nodding towards the Focus. ‘That one,’ he said, as he grabbed Ray’s arm and put him in the passenger seat.

  It was like he was watching a film of his life, with some not-so-attractive actor playing him. He knew what was happening, but had no control over where the script would take them.

  Among the questions to be considered was whether he should report the phone call to DI Trent immediately, but he needed to assess the situation first. It wouldn’t be the first time Alex had overreacted to a simple situation.

  Things hadn’t been right with her since the miscarriage, and he’d urged her to see a counsellor after the loss. She’d assured him she didn’t need it, and had focused her attention on Carol-Anne and then hunting for a new job. But she’d been on edge, flying off the handle at the littlest of irritations, constantly lethargic. And then two weeks after it happened, he’d found her in what would have been the nursery holding a knife. She insisted she’d been washing up and had become distracted by the sound of crying, which is why she’d climbed the stairs. Thankfully, Carol-Anne had been with him at the shop, and was oblivious to her mother’s delicate state of mind.

  Then there was what had happened in Manchester with the girl at the park. He’d insisted on counselling after that, and she’d had no choice but to go, though he couldn’t remember the last time she’d talked about her progress, or even the last time he’d seen her take the medication the GP had prescribed.

  Calling to tell him someone had taken Carol-Anne: could her mind have finally snapped? Alex was many things, but could she really have done something to put their daughter’s life in danger? Ray desperately hoped he was misjudging his wife, although only time would tell.

  ‘Where are we headed?’ Owen asked as he started the engine.

  ‘The car park off Woodside Road, down from the Civic Centre.’

  ‘I know the place. Belt up.’ Owen nodded, engaging the lights built in to the grill. ‘What else did Alex tell you?’

  Ray tried to recall the conversation. Usually his memory was good; however a flurry of questions interrupted every time he tried to hear Alex’s words again. ‘She was going to town for an interview. She was supposed to be dropping our daughter at a crèche, heading to the Civic Centre for the interview, picking up Carol-Anne and then coming home.’

  ‘What time was the interview?’

  ‘At three, I think.’

  Owen noted the time on the dashboard display. ‘Well she either didn’t make it, or it was the shortest interview in history. Do you think someone took your daughter from the crèche? I mean, do you think it could be a simple mix-up? Like the supervisors gave the wrong child to the wrong mother?’

  Ray could only hope it was that simple, but the anxiety in Alex’s voice had suggested something far worse had happened.

  ‘Either way,’ Owen concluded, ‘we should probably call it in. You know how vital the first hours are in abduction cases. At the very least, we should see if there are any units in the area. If someone has snatched your daughter, we should get a description out there as soon as possible.’

  Owen put the radio to his mouth and called it in, requesting backup at the car park.

  ‘I really appreciate your support,’ Ray said when the radio quietened.

  ‘Listen, mate, you don’t need to say thank you. You know we take care of our own. And if some nutcase has snatched your daughter, we’ll do everything to get her back.’

  Ray appreciated the sentiment, even if it was scant consolation. He couldn’t stop picturing a future where a tiny coffin was lowered into the ground, and it was all he could do not to break down.

  The patrol car was first on the scene, swiftly followed by Owen and Ray, with a third joining moments later.

  ‘Do you see Alex?’ Owen asked, scanning the immediate vicinity.

  Ray couldn’t, at first, surprised at how busy the car park was. ‘There’s her car,’ he said, recognizing the registration number and pointing at the hatchback.

  Owen brought the car to a halt immediately in front of Alex’s, and the two of them jumped out. Noticing that Alex wasn’t behind the wheel, he pulled out his phone and called her, and she was soon running over to them, throwing her arms around his neck.

  ‘Oh, Ray, thank God, I only looked away for a moment, and …’

  Ray wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her still for a moment, knowing that he needed to be pragmatic. Now wasn’t the time for emotion. ‘Tell me what happened.’

  Alex steadied herself before recounting the story, retracing her steps, explaining her actions throughout. ‘I couldn’t have been looking away for anything more than twenty to thirty seconds, I swear to you.’

  Owen was examining the door handle, shining his phone’s torch on it, looking for any obvious fingerprints or smudges. ‘And you said the car was locked?’

  ‘Yes. The alarm sounded while I was at the machine, but I couldn’t see anyone, and assumed it was Carol-Anne moving about that had caused it.’

  Ray remained standing in front of the car, scouring the horizon for potential security cameras that might have captured what had happened, only spotting one some distance behind the car park.

  For the first time his blood ran cold. His little girl – his bundle and joy – was out there alone and needed him more than ever.

  Ray called Owen over as his training kicked in. ‘Do me a favour: get Alex out of this rain; put her in the back of our car and take her to get a cup of tea or something, will you? There will be a mountain of questions to scale, and she needs to be calm and rational.’

  Owen nodded and moved over to Alex. She looked at Ray as Owen spoke to her, and he gave her a nod to confirm she should go with Owen. Waiting until the car had pulled away, he instructed the uniforms to set up a perimeter, preventing access to the car park, and to take the names and identification of anyone returning to collect their vehicle. And then with trembling fingers, he searched for Trent’s number, placing the phone to his ear.

  5

  In the back of the police car, Alex was helpless as she watched the scene around her unfolding.

  ‘You’d be better off waiting at home,’ Ray had said after Owen had brought her back from the drive-thru. ‘I promise I’ll phone as soon as we know more.’

  How could she return home and pretend that everything was normal? What did he expect her to do: make the dinner like usual? She had no idea of the time, but as the darkness was drawing closer, it had to be gone six. Where had the time gone?

  As she watched technicians in protective paper suits carefully examining the ground in and around her car, none of it felt real. Her nails were chewed to the quick and her wrists red raw from scratching; no matter what she tried, she couldn’t wake from the nightmare.

  Who would have taken Carol-Anne, and why? She could understand an opportunistic thief stealing a handbag left on a seat, or a mobile device left unattended; it wasn’t right, but she could understand the mentality. Maybe they could sell their loot to fund drugs or drink. What could someone possibly gain from taking Carol-Anne?

  And how had they known where to get her from? There was no way anyone could have foreseen that Alex would be running late for the interview, that she would choose that particular parking space, or that she would be stupid enough to leave Carol-Anne unattended, while she dashed through the rain to purchase a ticket.

  So, what did that leave? Some predator who just happened to be in the vicinity? It didn’t ring true. Someone sick enough to abduct a child had happened to be in the car park, near her car at the right moment? That didn’t tally in her mind.

  W
hat else did that leave?

  She could see from Ray’s reaction what he was thinking. He’d hardly said more than two words to her since he’d arrived. Why wasn’t this affecting him in the same way? Why wasn’t he pulling out his hair with worry? Instead, he was busying himself talking to the technicians, doing anything that kept him away from the car she’d been shepherded to. Couldn’t he see how much she needed him right now? Couldn’t they just temporarily forget all the arguments and focus on supporting each other? Isn’t that what relationships were all about? Wasn’t that what they’d promised on their wedding day?

  Maybe it was just more evidence of his infidelity. She had no doubt he’d loved her once, but in reality they’d been going through the motions for months. The miscarriage had stolen more than just their unborn child.

  If she was right about the real reason he was avoiding her, what did that mean for their future together? She’d seen it when she’d explained what had happened. That look, so subtle, yet so apparent to someone who had shared so many tender moments with him.

  He thought she was lying.

  As the minutes continued to disappear into the mire of history, even she was beginning to question her version of events. Had Carol-Anne definitely been in the car? Or had Alex’s fragile psyche snapped and her mind created the memory to cover up the truth? After what had happened at that park in Manchester, she knew it was a possibility, yet the memory was so real. She couldn’t have fabricated Carol-Anne giggling, could she? And if she had, where the hell was Carol-Anne now? Already Ray had been home and confirmed she wasn’t there.

  ‘You’re not crazy,’ Alex muttered under her breath, failing to convince even herself. ‘You’re not crazy,’ she said, firmer this time.

  She felt numb to the anxiety now. Troubled thoughts continued to flood her mind, each one like a paper cut, inflicting pain; eventually they would kill her. Her pulse and heartbeat had slowed drastically, as her body subconsciously came to terms with the prospect that there was nothing she could do to fix this terrible occurrence. The pill she’d found in the bottom of her handbag had probably helped, the last of her prescription from Dr Kirkman. Maybe that was why the scene outside the car was occurring in slow motion despite the minutes on the clock passing so quickly.

  At least Ray hadn’t blamed her yet. He had to be thinking it behind those dark brooding eyes of his; however he hadn’t uttered the words, and she appreciated that. Carrying the guilt was hard enough, and having him to share the burden was a blessing. She wished he was sitting in the car with her now, but Ray wasn’t someone who could just sit on the sidelines and watch the game unfold. Especially not where Carol-Anne was concerned. He needed to be involved, even though he would probably be assigned to other duties as the full investigation launched. For now, at least, his DI was allowing him to observe.

  The driver’s door opening snapped her back to reality. The woman who took the seat was older than Alex, and with a slender frame and taut shoulders, she carried a confidence suited to her role.

  ‘Alex? I’m Detective Inspector Serena Trent,’ the woman said, extending her hand. ‘I’ve read the statement you gave earlier, and I’m hoping you can clarify a few points for me.’

  Alex nodded, her pulse already quickening.

  ‘In the statement you said you had to wait for that particular space?’

  Alex nodded again, terrified that the detective could read her mind.

  ‘Did you speak to the woman whose space you took?’

  Alex coughed, and when she spoke sounded croaky. ‘Briefly, just to check she was leaving.’

  ‘And can you describe what this woman looked like?’

  Alex frowned. ‘I don’t remember.’

  ‘Hair colour? Eye colour?’

  The only thing she could remember was that bright yellow umbrella. She wasn’t even sure they’d spoken anymore.

  ‘Did she have any other distinguishing features? Glasses, distinctive nose, anything like that?’

  Alex stared blankly back at her, too exhausted to cry again.

  ‘Can you remember the make and model of her car? Or any part of the registration plate?’

  Alex watched DI Trent. Was she being serious? Did she really think the woman with the yellow umbrella had taken Carol-Anne? Was that even possible? Alex had seen the SUV pull away, but had it actually exited the car park? What did Trent know that she didn’t?

  ‘Alex? I said, can you remember the make or model of the car?’ Trent repeated.

  Alex shook her head, staring down at her hands as they scratched at the scars on her wrists.

  ‘Given the proximity of her departure and your dash to the ticket machine, she could be a potential witness. It would be good if we can identify her in case she saw anyone strange hanging about the place.’

  Alex raised her head, considering the woman before her, in whom she was expected to put all her trust. Ray had mentioned Trent’s name in passing, although he’d never said how attractive she was. The skin around her eyes wasn’t as smooth as her neck, and she didn’t look as old as Alex was certain she was. Her face bore little by way of make-up, and her bleached hair seemed to hang effortlessly, without need of grips or spray.

  ‘I’m sorry,’ Alex eventually said.

  Trent narrowed her eyes. ‘And there was a second woman you interacted with too?’

  Alex blushed at the memory.

  ‘In your statement you said you thought she might have taken your daughter,’ Trent encouraged.

  ‘I thought I heard Carol-Anne’s voice.’

  Trent watched her in silence for a moment. ‘I’m going to apologize in advance for my next question, but I need to know, Alex, have you taken any pills or consumed any alcohol today?’

  Alex ground her teeth, her nails scratching feverishly. ‘No.’

  ‘Are you taking any medication, prescribed or otherwise?’

  How could she know about that? Surely Ray hadn’t told his boss what they had been through this past year? If he had, it would explain why Trent was looking at her so strangely.

  Trent ran a hand over her face, as if wiping away the guilt of having to ask the question. ‘It’s a strange case for me to be involved with – knowing Ray so well – and vicariously knowing you through his eyes.’

  The hairs on the back of Alex’s neck tingled. ‘What’s he said?’

  Trent raised her hands in a calming gesture. ‘Nothing bad. As his superior I’m obviously aware of what you both went through a few months ago, and—’

  ‘My miscarriage has nothing to do with this.’

  ‘I’m not saying it has, Alex, I just meant I know the pressure the two of you have been under, and stress can do strange things; the mind can play tricks.’

  ‘I didn’t imagine this! Someone took my daughter.’ For the first time Alex wanted to believe the words, even if Trent would take more convincing.

  ‘Our Scene of Crime specialists have been searching for forensics in and around your car, and so far they’ve not found anything to suggest anybody else had access to the car. The only prints on the rear door handle are a match to your own, presumably created fresh today when you put Carol-Anne in the back of the car. What’s also odd is they’ve found no loose hairs anywhere in the back of the car; has it been cleaned recently?’

  It had been at the garage for a service yesterday, but what did that have to do with this?

  ‘Do you keep a spare key for the vehicle at home?’ Trent continued.

  Alex nodded.

  ‘Does anyone else have access to your home who might have used the key to get to Carol-Anne in the back?’

  ‘I unlocked the car when the alarm went off.’

  Trent smiled thinly. ‘We have to consider the possibility that whoever took your daughter came here with that intention. We have to investigate every possibility. Where do you keep the spare key?’

  ‘It’s in a drawer in our bedroom.’

  ‘Have you had any friends or family around socially recently? Or d
o you have a cleaner or regular babysitter who’s been in your home?’

  Alex couldn’t think of a single friend or relative who would deliberately take Carol-Anne. ‘No.’

  ‘And when did you last check the key was there?’

  Alex opened her mouth to speak. She had no idea when she’d last seen the spare key. It wasn’t something that had ever crossed her mind. It was just there. In the unlikely event she ever lost her keys or somehow locked them in the car, she would know where to find the spare.

  ‘I’m sure it was there when I last checked.’

  ‘Which was when?’

  Alex shrugged. ‘I don’t remember. Only Ray and I have access to our home.’

  ‘I’m just doing my job, Alex. I need to establish the facts if I’m to investigate what really happened here. I don’t mean to be blunt, but the sooner we cut through the bullshit, the better it’ll be for Carol-Anne.’

  Alex looked away as she felt the sting of tears at the corners of her eyes.

  ‘I want you to give me a list of guests – friends, colleagues, and strangers – who may have visited your home in the last month.’

  Alex felt embarrassed that the list of names could be counted on one hand with fingers to spare.

  Trent sighed. ‘I’m going to assign one of my best Family Liaison Officers to stay with you and Ray for the next few days. She’s experienced in dealing with family traumas and will be able to keep you informed of progress on the investigation. Do you have space at home where she can stay?’

  The thought of a stranger in her house filled Alex with dread, but she nodded regardless. As the darkness continued to envelope the horizon, she was certain Carol-Anne was still alive, and very much in danger. If having someone in her home would keep her up to date with what was going on, that’s what she would do.

  6

  Ray watched as Trent exited the patrol car and headed over to the Crime Scene Manager. Alex was staring at him from the back of the car, and although he could see the pain in her eyes, he turned away.