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When the call finally did come, they were all there. Grant still pacing, Jake unpacking in the basement bedroom and Carol weeping quietly at the kitchen table.

As instructed, Grant answered, trying to stay calm but unable to breathe properly. The voice was muffled, the French-Canadian accent unmistakable.

“Listen carefully Anglais. If you want to see your daughter alive again, you do exactly what I say. In front of 64 Torbolton Street in Hull is one of those big mailboxes with lots of little ones in it. 1B is not locked. Inside you will find a tape recording. You big hot shot Henry, you get it.” Then malicious and taunting... “Hey Mr. Big Mouth, your daughter, nice young stuff eh?” A click, and the voice was gone.

The colour drained from Grant’s face. His hand shook so violently he had difficulty replacing the receiver. Carol, pale and trembling beside him, had been unable to hear the conversation but was horrified at Grant’s reaction. Grasping him by both shoulders she shook him and shouted, “What did they say? Where is Lee? Is she all right?”

As calmly as possible, Grant explained.