Yeah? And what would that be?
That weve already caught you.
McKenzie looked shocked for a moment, but then his blank expression began to grow into a smile and the smile into a barely audible laugh. His laughter grew until it was as loud as it was mocking and all the time he stared into Seans eyes.
Sean was close to leaping across the interview table when his vibrating phone distracted him. Fuck, he swore too loudly before remembering his every word was being recorded. He snatched the phone from his belt and examined the caller ID. Sorry, but I need to take this. For the recording, DI Corrigan is leaving the room for a short while. He made sure the door was shut behind him before he answered. Ashley, what you got?
The Special Search Team and the dog have both been through the house, DC Goodwin told him.
And? Sean asked impatiently.
Nothing. The boys definitely not still in the house.
They absolutely sure?
Sorry, guv, but the boys gone, no doubt about it.
Christ, Sean blasphemed. For all that hed been convinced the boy had been taken, it was still a deeply disturbing jolt to have it confirmed. What about a scent? Did the dog pick up on any scent?
Sorry, Goodwin explained. Too many people have been through the house too many times, including the boy. The dog followed his scent to the front door, but once in the street it didnt know which way to turn.
OK, Ash and thanks. You might as well get the forensic team in now see what they can find. He hung up, returned to the interview room and sat down heavily. DI Corrigan re-entering the interview room.
Everything all right? Sally asked.
Fine, Sean lied. Id just like to clear a few things up before we take a break.
Such as? McKenzie asked, suspicious of Seans surprise exit and re-entry. Hed been interviewed enough times to know the police werent above an underhand trick or two to get a confession especially from a convicted paedophile.
The house George Bridgeman was reported missing from has now been thoroughly searched. He paused for a second to give himself time to read McKenzies face. Theres no sign of him. McKenzies foot immediately started tapping uncontrollably again. A full forensic search of the house will be starting almost immediately looking for any tiny traces of whoever went to the boys room and took him. Weve taken your clothes and body samples already: how long before we put you at the scene, Mark? How long?
Too long, McKenzie grinned. Too long to save the boy.
Well see, Sean answered.
Youre too late, McKenzie almost sang. Youre too late. Youre too late, over and over again.
This interview is concluded, Sean told him, pushing the stop button that made a heavy click followed by a slight whirring sound, the noise reverberating around the room as Sean gathered his sparse interview notes and headed for the door as quickly as he could before McKenzies mocking chants pushed him beyond control. Sally followed him out of the room, leaving McKenzie alone with his solicitor. They walked a few steps away from the door before speaking in hushed, conspiratorial tones.
What dyou think? Sally asked.
He couldnt look more like our man if he tried, Sean answered.
Well, we know the boys definitely missing now so its McKenzie or the parents.
In all likelihood, Sean agreed. But what game is he playing? He neither denies taking the boy nor admits it. He seems to want to float somewhere in the middle. But why? If I could just get inside-
Inside what? Sally jumped on him. Inside his head? Last time you did that, it didnt work out too well, did it?
We got our man, Sean argued, and probably saved at least one life.
Yeah, and Keller almost took yours remember? Maybe this time we can just do things normally. You know, follow the evidence, wait for back-up that sort of thing.
Is that what you think George Bridgeman wants us to do sit around waiting for the evidence to come to us? Is that what his parents want?
I guess that depends on whether they were involved or not. Im beginning to think youre not even considering them as suspects.
Im considering everything. Right now, Im considering everything.
But you like McKenzie for it more than the other options?
Dont you? His previous. His lock-picking skills. The way hes behaving in interview. I have to like him for it.
Fair enough, Sally agreed. So what do we do now?
Lock him up till the morning and then interview him again. Perhaps by that time well have something from Forensics to rattle his cage with.
And if we dont?
I dont know. Ill think of something something to knock him out of his stride, with or without more evidence. Hell talk eventually.
Why would he do that? Sally asked.
Because he wants to, Sean explained. They all want to thats half the reason they do what they do. He just needs a few more shoves in the right direction. Im going to pop back to the Yard and see whats happening. Get hold of the local superintendent and have them meet you here in the morning to sort out an extension of detention for McKenzie. Ill meet you back here later tomorrow morning to interview him again. Once youve got it sorted, go home and get some rest while you can.
And you? Sally asked, trying to sound matter-of-fact to hide her concerns.
Ill get home later, he promised as he headed for the exit. Ill see you in the morning, he called over his shoulder and was gone.
Here we go again, Sally told no one. Here we go again.
Donnelly stood on the doorstep of 9 Courthope Road, warrant card in hand, and waited for the door to be opened. Hed already visited the Bridgemans neighbours on the other side in number five. The Beiersdorfs Simon and Emily had given him more than a few interesting tit-bits about the Bridgemans, even if they hadnt realized they were doing so: how they had no intention of moving their children from their current school some distance from home rather than send them to the excellent local private school. How they never really spoke to anyone or tried to socialize, keeping themselves very much to themselves and seemingly avoiding their new neighbours. And then there had been the occasional sound of heated voices raised in argument, the children being shouted at. They had been at pains to explain that they understood all couples and families argued from time to time, but the Bridgemans arguments happened little too often and were a little too disturbing.
Because he wants to, Sean explained. They all want to thats half the reason they do what they do. He just needs a few more shoves in the right direction. Im going to pop back to the Yard and see whats happening. Get hold of the local superintendent and have them meet you here in the morning to sort out an extension of detention for McKenzie. Ill meet you back here later tomorrow morning to interview him again. Once youve got it sorted, go home and get some rest while you can.
And you? Sally asked, trying to sound matter-of-fact to hide her concerns.
Ill get home later, he promised as he headed for the exit. Ill see you in the morning, he called over his shoulder and was gone.
Here we go again, Sally told no one. Here we go again.
Donnelly stood on the doorstep of 9 Courthope Road, warrant card in hand, and waited for the door to be opened. Hed already visited the Bridgemans neighbours on the other side in number five. The Beiersdorfs Simon and Emily had given him more than a few interesting tit-bits about the Bridgemans, even if they hadnt realized they were doing so: how they had no intention of moving their children from their current school some distance from home rather than send them to the excellent local private school. How they never really spoke to anyone or tried to socialize, keeping themselves very much to themselves and seemingly avoiding their new neighbours. And then there had been the occasional sound of heated voices raised in argument, the children being shouted at. They had been at pains to explain that they understood all couples and families argued from time to time, but the Bridgemans arguments happened little too often and were a little too disturbing.
Everything was turning out just how he thought it would.
The door was finally opened by yet another attractive woman, although she was slightly older than the norm for the street she must have been in her early fifties. Nevertheless she had the same physical characteristics as the other women wealthy enough to live in this part of Hampstead: tall, slim, perfect skin and expertly dyed silver-blonde hair in a ponytail. She spoke in the same accent as everyone else too, almost a non-accent, but with just a hint of the aristocratic as she peered through the small gap the security chain allowed. Yes. Can I help you?
Mrs Howells? Donnelly asked, flipping his warrant card open for her to examine. Detective Sergeant Donnelly from he struggled to remember the name of his new team for a second Special Investigations Unit, New Scotland Yard.
How do you know my name? she asked, still scrutinizing his warrant card, her first reaction one of suspicion.
Ive just been speaking with the Beiersdorfs from number 5. I took the liberty of asking them your name. I hope you dont mind.
No, she lied. I assume this is about the little boy from next door?
You heard then?
Couldnt help hearing with all the police walking up and down the street. Have you found him yet?
No, Donnelly answered. Sadly not.
His poor mother, Mrs Howells said without feeling, she must be besides herself with worry.
Shes holding up. Sorry I didnt catch your first name.
Philippa, she told him.
Well, Philippa, I was wondering if I could come inside and speak with you a minute?
Its very late. I was expecting someone from the police to call here earlier. Perhaps you could come back tomorrow?
Better to get it out of the way now, Donnelly quickly told her, sensing she was about to close the door. Anything that might help us find the little boy right?
Very well, she relented, flicking the chain off the hook and swinging the door open for him. Youd better come inside.
Thats very kind of you, Donnelly said as he skipped up the stairs. Is Mr Howells also at home by any chance? he asked.
No, she answered curtly while closing the door, hes away on business.