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Detective Brennan arrived at Sarah’s flat thirty minutes after she received the second text from the kidnapper. The message with the attached document was forwarded to him by her ex-husband, and having read it through twice he’d concluded that it was one of the most disturbing things he’d seen during three decades on the force, and that was going some.

Whoever was behind it had to be some kind of monster; a monster with a serious grudge against Sarah Mason.

Brennan wondered what she could possibly have done to make the perp want to inflict such a painful and bizarre form of ‘punishment’. Did the perceived wrongdoing relate to an issue in her private life, or did it have something to do with her work as a police officer?

These were questions that would be central to the investigation, and it was crucial that they be answered quickly, so as not to waste time storming off in the wrong direction.

The life of an innocent child was at stake, and so too was the sanity of the child’s mother.

As soon as Brennan saw Sarah sitting on her sofa he realised that the shock had numbed her senses. She was staring at the wall opposite, her eyes wide and unblinking, her body rigid as a fence post. Her cheeks were streaked with mascara and her hands were clasped together in an anxious knot in her lap. She didn’t even turn towards him as he entered the living room, and he didn’t want to imagine what terrible thoughts were rushing through her mind.

His heart went out to her, and for a few moments he was lost for words. Sarah Mason wasn’t just another victim of crime. She was a valued member of his close-knit team and as such he felt protective towards her.

She was one of his brightest detectives, and she had never let him down, not even during those dark days after she split from her husband and discovered she was pregnant. She’d coped then with a quiet dignity, revealing an inner strength that had so impressed him he’d decided to promote her to detective inspector.

But getting divorced and giving birth were nothing compared with the terrifying ordeal that now confronted her.

Brennan had a flashback to the first time he saw her with Molly. She’d brought her into the office two months after she was born. Sarah had been so happy and proud and had clearly been ecstatic about being a mother.

The last time he saw Molly was at the staff children’s party at Christmas. He’d gone along with his own grandson who was just a few months older than Molly. Seeing the children now in his mind’s eye gave rise to a deep sense of foreboding that he tried desperately to keep out of his voice when he finally spoke.

‘I want you to know that the whole of the Met is on high alert, Sarah,’ he said. ‘I spoke to the Commissioner himself on the way here. He wants us to throw everything we’ve got into finding your daughter.’

She turned her head then and looked up at him. Her face was drawn and pallid and her eyes brimmed with bright, shiny tears. The fear and despair was coming off her in waves.

Brennan was about to reach forward and put a reassuring hand on her shoulder, but her ex-husband beat him to it. Adam Boyd moved swiftly from where he’d been perched on the arm of the sofa and sat beside her. He put an arm around her and pulled her close to him.

Brennan knew from what Sarah had told him that Adam was close to his daughter and saw her regularly. So he’d be in just as much pain as she was, even though he was doing a better job of not showing it. He’d met his fellow police officer a couple of times and he seemed nice enough, but his concern right now was for Sarah.

‘We’re working closely with the phone company,’ Brennan said. ‘With any luck we’ll soon have a fix on who’s behind this.’

But even as he said it he knew it was wishful thinking. The person who had taken Molly would make sure to cover his tracks. He’d know how to send a text message and an email that couldn’t be traced. It wasn’t rocket science, after all. The information on how to do it was freely available on the internet.

‘Is my mum OK?’ Sarah asked.

Brennan lowered himself onto the chair opposite her and nodded.

‘Your father’s with her at the hospital,’ he said. ‘There’s nothing physically wrong with her but she’s understandably shaken up and feeling guilty. She’ll soon be discharged. I gather her sister lives in Balham and that’s apparently where they’ll be spending the night because their house is now an active crime scene.’

‘Does she know about this latest message?’

‘Not yet.’

Sarah closed her eyes and pulled a face as though reacting to a sharp pain. Then she started rocking herself back and forth, her breathing hard and rapid.

At this point the family liaison officer, Sergeant Rachel Palmer, explained to Brennan that she had spoken to a police doctor who had agreed to come to the flat and prescribe medication for Sarah.

‘No one is putting me to sleep,’ Sarah snapped. ‘I have to stay awake in case there’s another message or even a phone call.’

‘But you need something to help with the shock,’ Adam said. ‘And it doesn’t mean you can’t stay awake.’

Brennan watched Adam rub his fingers across his scalp. The man’s lean, sharp-edged features were tight with tension, the cheeks marked with a hint of stubble.

Brennan had already spoken to Adam’s boss at the National Crime Agency to apprise him of the situation. DCI Mike Dunlop had described him as a solid detective and had offered to help with the investigation. Brennan was hoping he wouldn’t have to take him up on the offer, but if the last message was anything to go by they might need all the help they could get.

‘Sounds to me like their poor little mite has been snatched by some sick, twisted perv,’ Dunlop had said. ‘The fact that she’s the daughter of two coppers will make it big bloody news.’

Brennan knew that only too well. A media firestorm was brewing for sure. And dealing with it was going to be far from straightforward, given what the kidnapper had threatened.

She will also suffer if you or the police make any of the images public through newspapers or on the television.

That was going to complicate matters no end. But from the kidnapper’s standpoint it was a clever move as it would limit the impact of any public appeal.

‘The note makes it clear that we can’t air those photographs of Molly that he’s sent you,’ Brennan said now. ‘You’ll therefore need to provide me with a couple of recent pictures of her that we can give to the media.’

‘But how do we know he won’t mind those being aired?’ Sarah asked.

‘Because I’m certain he would have told us if he did. He knows we’ll have to put out pictures of Molly, but if we air the ones he’s taken himself then there’s a risk that something in them will be recognised – such as the room she’s in or the sofa she’s on. He’s being cautious.’

‘It makes sense, I suppose,’ Adam said. ‘Well I’ve got plenty of pictures on my phone.’

Brennan pulled at the knot of his tie and swallowed the saliva that had gathered in his throat. Then he said, ‘Have you given any thought to who could be responsible for this?’

The question was directed at Adam, but it was Sarah who answered it.

‘To do that I’d have to think beyond what’s happened,’ she said. ‘And right now, I can’t. All I can think about is Molly and what might be happening to her.’

‘I appreciate that,’ Brennan said. ‘I really do. But you’ve got to try to focus, Sarah. Can you think of anyone who has a grudge against you? Anyone who believes you should be punished?’

She passed a hand over her face and shook her head.

‘I really c-can’t,’ she sobbed. ‘I wish I could.’

‘So you haven’t fallen out with anyone recently?’

‘No I haven’t.’

‘Then that leads me to believe that this is to do with the job. Perhaps someone you put away is out to get revenge.’

Sarah grimaced. ‘But it means there’ll be scores of suspects going back years.’

Brennan nodded. ‘We’re going to have to trawl through all the cases you’ve been involved with.’

‘Jesus, guv. That’ll take forever and most of those guys are probably still banged up.’

‘Well we shouldn’t assume that the kidnapper is working alone,’ Brennan said. ‘He could have an accomplice.’

Adam leant forward, a frown cutting into his forehead. ‘I just can’t believe that this is the work of a pissed-off perp,’ he said. ‘You know yourself that it’s very rare for the people who are put away to seek to get their own back against an arresting officer. They know they’ll be a prime suspect if they do. And what this bastard is threatening to do with Molly is off the chart when it comes to risk. The longer he drags it out, the more chance of getting caught.’

It had already occurred to Brennan that the kidnapper might be bluffing about holding Molly in order to torment Sarah and prolong her agony. More likely he was planning to let her go or, God forbid, kill her after a few days. But Brennan was reluctant to explore this theory with Sarah and Adam because he didn’t want to give oxygen to the thought that they would never see their daughter again.

At least if they believed that Molly’s abductor was going to keep her alive they could cling to the hope that one day she’d be returned to them.

Brennan persevered with the questions for almost an hour, delicately probing Sarah in the hope of extracting some useful information from her. But she was too distressed to concentrate and broke down twice in a paroxysm of tears.

She struggled to hold her thoughts together and found it harder still to summon up names and faces from the past.

‘There are so many,’ she kept saying. ‘For Christ’s sake, I’ve been a copper for over ten years, so I’m bound to have lots of enemies, including all those buggers who claimed they were innocent. Maybe one of their friends or relatives is convinced they were and has decided to get back at me for it.’

‘What about the perps?’ Brennan asked, as he stood up and rolled his shoulders to take out some of the stiffness. ‘Do you recall the names of any that threatened actual retribution against you?’

After thinking about it for a minute or so she remembered two offenders who had threatened her. One she collared seven years ago for smuggling hard drugs into the country from Turkey. His name was Frank Neilson, and after he was charged he told her that he would make her pay if he was eventually convicted. He was, and as far as Sarah knew he was still locked up in Belmarsh Prison.

The second man was a rapist named Edwin Sharp who attacked her with a hammer when she went to his home in Lewisham to arrest him. He said he would ‘see to her’ after he had served his sentence. That was five years ago and she had no idea if he’d been released.

‘This is a good start,’ Brennan said. ‘I’m sure that other names will come to you and we can throw them into the mix as well.’

She was a strong woman, Brennan told himself. He just hoped she’d be able to get over the initial shock quickly. He needed her to focus her mind and help them identify the kidnapper.

The words of the kidnapper convinced Brennan that Sarah probably knew who the man was and that his name was buried deep in her subconscious. If so, then surely it was only a matter of time before she managed to dredge it up.

Brennan decided to leave just as the police doctor arrived at the flat. He got to his feet and told Sarah and Adam that he wouldn’t rest until Molly had been found.

‘I know it won’t be easy, but you both need to stay strong,’ he said.

At that moment his phone rang. All eyes turned towards him expectantly and Sarah said, ‘Answer it, guv. Please. It could be news.’

He slipped the phone from his pocket and took the call. It was indeed someone from the office with an update on the case and it made him catch his breath.

A man carrying a young child had been spotted just minutes after Molly was taken. The sighting took place close to the home of Sarah’s parents in Streatham.

Even more significant was the fact that it was believed the pair had been captured on a street camera.