Gone (18 page)

‘I’m sure you’ve done your best to catch him.’ Janice spoke stiffly. It must be the only way she could contain it all. ‘I don’t blame you.’

‘A lot of people would have. Thank you for that.’

She gave a bleak smile. ‘What do you want to know?’

‘I need to go through the whole thing again. You told the emergency-call handler—’

‘And the police in Wincanton.’

‘Yes. And they’ve given me the basics, but I just want to get it clear in my head because my unit’s going to be taking the case from here. I’m sorry to put you through it again.’

‘It’s OK. It’s important.’

He took out his MP3 recorder and set it on the table between them. He was calmer now. Before the call about Emily’s kidnap had come in he’d realized how overwrought he was getting. After the canal he’d taken time to have lunch and force himself to do something outside the case – even found himself walking around a branch of Holland and Barrett hunting down glucosamine for Myrtle. Eventually his fury with Prody and Flea had loosened up a little. ‘So, it happened at around four?’ He checked his watch. ‘An hour and a half ago?’

‘Yes. I’d just picked Emily up from school.’

‘And you told the call handler the man was wearing a Santa mask.’

‘It was all so quick – but, yes, a rubber one. Not one of the hard plastic sort, but softer. It had the hair and beard and everything.’

‘You didn’t see his eyes?’

‘No.’

‘And he was wearing a hoodie?’

‘The hood wasn’t up, but it was a hoodie. Red. Zip-up. And I think jeans. I’m not sure about that, but I do know he was wearing latex gloves. The sort doctors wear.’

Caffery pulled out a map and spread it on the table. ‘Can you show me the direction he came from?’

Janice leaned over and peered at the map. She put a finger on a small side road. ‘This one. It leads down to the green – the common where they sometimes have the fireworks.’

‘Is it on a slope? I’m not very good with contour lines.’

‘It is.’ Cory swept his hand across the map. ‘A steep slope all
the way from here to here. It doesn’t end until here, almost all the way out of town.’

‘So he ran up the hill?’

‘I don’t know,’ said Janice.

‘Was he out of breath?’

‘Well, no. At least, I don’t think so. I didn’t really see much of him – it was over so quickly. But he wasn’t straining.’

‘So you didn’t get the feeling he’d run all the way up the hill.’

‘Probably not, thinking about it.’

Caffery already had a team out combing the surrounding roads for a dark-blue Vauxhall. If the jacker had been out of breath he might have parked at the bottom of the hill. If not, they could keep the search for the car on the level streets near the abduction site. He thought of the black pins in the map in his office. ‘There’s no station in Mere, is there?’

‘No,’ Cory said. ‘If we want the train we have to drive to Gillingham. It’s only a few miles.’

Caffery was silent for a while. Did that blow his theory that the jacker was using the railway network to recover his car? Maybe he was using another vehicle. Or a cab. ‘This road where it happened.’ He ran a finger along it. ‘I drove along it on the way here. It’s got a lot of shops.’

‘It’s quiet in the day. But if you go there in the morning on the school run—’

‘Yes,’ Janice said. ‘Or on the way home from school. Well, it’s the place most people stop if they’ve got to pick up some last-minute groceries for supper, or in the morning if they’ve forgotten a drink for their kid’s lunch box, say.’

‘What had you stopped for?’

She pressed her lips together and moved them in and out between her teeth before she spoke. ‘I had – uh – coffee all over me. I had a flask that was leaking. I stopped to get rid of it.’

Cory shot her a glance. ‘You don’t drink coffee.’

‘But Mum does.’ She gave Caffery a tight smile. ‘I was going to my mother’s after I’d dropped Emily with friends. That was my plan.’

‘You were taking her some coffee?’ Cory said. ‘Can’t she make it at home?’

‘Does it really matter, Cory?’ She kept the stiff smile on her face, and her eyes on Caffery. ‘Under the fucking circumstances, does it
really
matter? If I’d made the coffee for Osama bin Laden would it really be
relevant
—’

‘I wanted to
ask
,’ Caffery said, ‘about the witnesses. There were quite a few, weren’t there? They’re all down at the station now.’

Janice dropped her eyes, embarrassed. She pressed her fingertips to her forehead. ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘There were a lot of people. Actually . . .’ She looked at Nick, who was pouring hot water into four mugs. ‘Nick? I don’t think I’ll have tea, thank you. I’d like a drink. Do you mind? There’s some vodka in the freezer. Glasses up there.’

‘I’ll do it.’ Cory went to the cupboard and pulled out a glass. He filled it with vodka from a bottle with a Russian label and set it in front of his wife. Caffery looked at the glass. The vodka smelt to him like the calm end to a day. ‘Janice,’ he said, ‘you were having an argument with one of the women. That’s what I’ve been told.’

She took a sip. Set the glass down. ‘That’s quite right.’

‘What was the argument about?’

‘I’d stopped in the wrong place. I’d stopped too near the zebra crossing. She yelled at me. And she was right to yell at me. But I didn’t take it very well. I was soaked in hot coffee and I was . . . upset.’

‘So you didn’t know her?’

‘Only by sight.’

‘Does she know you? Does she know your name?’

‘I very much doubt it. Why?’

‘How about the other witnesses? Was there anyone you knew by name?’

‘We haven’t been here long, only a year, but it’s a small town so you get to know faces. Not names.’

‘And you don’t think they know your name?’

‘I don’t think so. Why?’

‘Have you spoken to any friends about this?’

‘Only my mum and my sister. Is it a secret?’

‘Where are they? Your mum and sister?’

‘In Wiltshire and Keynsham.’

‘I’d like you to keep it that way. I’d like you not to speak about this to anyone.’

‘If you explain why.’

‘The last thing we want is the media making a circus out of Emily.’

A door at the end of the kitchen opened and the woman from the Child Abuse Protection and Investigation Team came in. She was wearing soft-soled shoes and made no noise as she crossed the room and put a stapled set of notes on the table in front of Caffery. ‘I don’t think she should be interviewed again,’ she said. She looked older than he remembered. ‘I think we should leave her for the time being. There’s no point in exhausting her.’

Janice scraped her chair back. ‘Is she all right?’

‘She’s fine.’

‘Can I go now? I’d like to spend some time with her. If that’s OK?’

Caffery nodded. He watched her leave the room. After a moment or two Cory stood up. He finished Janice’s vodka in one gulp, put the glass on the table and followed her. The CAPIT woman sat opposite Caffery and looked at him intently.

‘I did exactly as you asked.’ She nodded to the questions she’d asked Emily. ‘It’s difficult at this age to separate fact from fiction – she’s in Reception but she’s young even for that. They don’t talk in a linear way – not the way you or I would talk. But . . .’

‘But?’

She shook her head. ‘I think what she told her mother is pretty much the long and the short of it. What her mother told the local cop shop, what you’ve got in your notes – you know, the jacker didn’t talk much, he was wearing gloves, he didn’t touch himself. I’m sure she’s telling the truth on that one. He said he was going
to hurt her toy rabbit – Jasper. That’s the biggest problem for her at the moment.’

‘He didn’t offer her a pancake?’

‘I don’t think there was time for that. It was over very quickly. He said a “bad word” when he lost control of the car. And as soon as they crashed he jumped out and was gone.’

‘I nearly skidded coming over here.’ Nick was at the sink, studiously using a spoon to squeeze a tea bag against the side of a cup. ‘It’s lethal out there.’

‘Not for Emily,’ said Caffery. ‘For Emily it may have saved her life.’

‘That means you think Martha’s dead,’ Nick replied matter-offactly.

‘Nick, you know what I really think? I really think nothing. Not at this point.’

He unfolded the other side of the map. He used his finger to follow the route to the exact point where the jacker had lost control of the Audi and left it banked up on the side of the road. He hadn’t attempted to remove Emily from it – he’d simply run away across the fields. There hadn’t been any witnesses so it had been a long time before anyone else had come along and found the little girl sobbing her heart out in the back seat, clutching her school bag as if she’d been thinking of using it to defend herself. What was strange was that the road he’d chosen was a real highway to nowhere.

‘It’s a loop,’ he said thoughtfully, to no one in particular. ‘Look at that – it doesn’t go anywhere.’ He traced it along its length and saw that from where Emily had been taken the jacker must have driven her along the A303 and the A350, joining the A36 outside Frome – the very place where the ANPR cameras had been set up to catch the Bradleys’ Yaris or the Vauxhall. Except, as luck would have it, the jacker had pulled off the A36 just before the cameras. He’d taken a detour along the tiny B road that did nothing except meander a couple of miles before it rejoined the main road. He’d crashed before the intersection that would have put him back on the A36, but even if he hadn’t, he would
have missed all the cameras because he’d taken the detour. Almost as if he knew they were there.

Caffery folded the map and tucked it back inside the folder he was carrying. The cameras weren’t obvious to anyone. The Tactical Crime Unit used vans marked up with gas-board logos when they did a covert operation like this. The jacker had the luck of the devil. Caffery’s eyes strayed to the empty glass and then he felt someone watching him. He looked up and caught the CAPIT woman’s eyes.

‘What?’ he said. ‘What do you want?’

‘Would you speak to her? To Emily? She needs to know we’re doing something. She’s terrified. So far she’s seen me and the FLO, and she needs to see there’s a man in all of this, a man in authority. She just needs the reassurance that all men aren’t bad.’

Caffery sighed. He wanted to say that children were a mystery to him, that other people understood and had confidence in them, but that they left him feeling sad. And scared for what could happen to them. But he didn’t. Instead he got to his feet and wearily packed away the map. ‘Go on, then. Where is she?’

Emily was in her parents’ room, sitting on the enormous double bed, flanked by Janice and Cory. Her school clothes were still with Forensics, and now she was dressed comfortably in an off-white tracksuit and fluffy blue socks. She was cross-legged, holding a battered felt rabbit to her chest. Her dark hair was scraped back into a ponytail. She had a long, proud face, even at four. If Caffery’d had to choose he’d have called her Cleo and the blonde pony rider would be Emily.

He came to stand awkwardly next to the bed. Emily looked him up and down and he folded his arms because he didn’t know what to do with them and because she was making him selfconscious. ‘Hello,’ he said, after a while. ‘What’s your rabbit’s name?’

‘Jasper.’

‘How’s he feeling?’

‘He’s scared.’

‘I bet he is. But will you tell him from me that it’s all over now? He doesn’t need to be scared any more.’

‘He does. He does need to be scared. Jasper’s scared.’ Her face crumpled and a couple of tears squeezed out of her eyes. She drew her knees up. ‘I don’t want him to come and hurt Jasper. He said he was going to hurt Jasper, Mummy. Jasper’s scared.’

‘I know, I know.’ Janice put her arm round her daughter and kissed her forehead. ‘Jasper’s going to be OK, Emily. Mr Caffery’s a policeman and he’s going to catch that horrible man.’

Emily stopped crying and peered at Caffery again, scrutinizing him. ‘Are you really a policeman?’

He opened his jacket and pulled out his set of quickcuffs. Usually they were in the glove compartment of the car. It was just luck and oversight he had them in his jacket today.

‘What are those?’

‘Here.’ He gestured to Cory who held out his hands and let Caffery snap them on. Cory mimed a struggle to get out of them, then let Caffery release him. ‘See?’ Caffery said. ‘That’s what I do to nasty men. Then they can’t hurt anyone. Especially Jasper.’

‘Dad’s not a nasty man.’

Caffery laughed. ‘No. He’s not. I won’t be arresting Daddy.’ He put the quickcuffs in his pocket. ‘It was just for fun.’

‘Have you got a gun? Can you shoot him and put him in prison?’

‘I haven’t got a gun,’ he said. It was a lie. He did have one but it wasn’t a force-issue weapon and was completely illegal. The way he’d come by it – through a dodgy connection in one of the Met’s specialist units – wasn’t for anyone’s ears, least of all a four-year-old’s. ‘I’m not the sort of policeman who carries a gun.’

‘How can you put him in prison, then?’

‘When I find him I’ve got lots of other policemen who
have
got guns. I call them and they come along and put him in prison.’

‘So they put him in prison but you just find him?’ She didn’t seem impressed.

‘Yes. It’s my job to find him.’

‘Do you know where he is?’

‘Of course I do.’

‘Do you promise?’

Caffery regarded her solemnly for a while – and made a promise he couldn’t keep. ‘I promise I know where he is, Emily. And I promise I won’t let him hurt you.’

It was left to Cory Costello to show Caffery out. Instead of stopping in the doorway he came out on to the front step and pulled the door closed behind them. ‘Can I have a word, Mr Caffery? Just a moment of your time.’

Caffery pulled on his gloves and buttoned his coat. The rain had stopped but the wind was gusting now, and he could have sworn there was snow in the air. He wished he had a scarf. ‘Go on.’

‘How far is this going to go?’ Cory glanced up at the front windows of the house to check no one was listening. ‘I mean, it won’t go to court, will it?’