Henry did his best, he really did. Lauren was missing for over a year before we even found out she was a victim. Twelve months for everyone to get hazy on the details. Even the CCTV footage gets erased eventually. It s not his fault.
Burges rested his arms on his knees. Every year we get another card, and it s like a knife: gouging How are we supposed to deal with that? He drank, chugging back at least half the can in one go. Henry Forrester doesn t deserve to forget. And neither do you.
A dirty blue van sat outside Henry s house, the legend
DAVIE S DA JOINER! painted down the side in Gothic script. A little man was hammering a large sheet of plywood over the lounge window, whistling as he battered in the nails.
I let myself in, not bothering to wave goodbye to Royce, and followed the sound of voices into the kitchen.
Henry leaned back on his stool, sleeves rolled up, one hand resting on top of his little pot belly, the other wrapped around a tumbler. Sheba wheezed and twitched on the floor by the oven, dreaming old dog dreams.
Dr McDonald was hunched over her glass, elbows on the table, fingers drumming a random beat on the wooden surface, curls hiding her face. Her glasses were sitting beside an open bottle of Isle of Jura, the lenses almost opaque with fingerprints. I think I think Amber O Neil s the moss important, he picked picked her because she looked like Her, I mean whoever it was hurted him have have you ever been hurted by a thirteen-year-old girl? Then a belch. Oops
Henry took a sip and smacked his lips. Yes, but have you considered the possibility that she was a cipher?
Ooh. McDonald s head snapped up. I han han thought of that, a cipher A little crease formed between her eyebrows. Nah, that makes no makes no senses Why would she be a cipher? A laugh. You re silly.
I closed the door. See the two of you are getting along.
Henry pointed at the bottle. It s hard to say no to a lady who brings a single malt for an old man. Then a small frown. Where have you been?
Anyone want tea?
I don I don think she s a cipher, I think I think she s a massage
I filled the kettle and stuck it on to boil. No more whisky for you.
Nooo! Dr McDonald grabbed her tumbler and clutched it to her chest; Isle of Jura sloshed onto the stripy top.
You know what I what I wonner, Henry, I wonner One eyebrow dipped. I wonner Em
Who s he really torturing? Wild guess, but it was what she d written on the mirror above the sink in the cabin s toilet.
Dr McDonald banged a hand on the table top and looked at me as if I d invented bacon. God, that s that s brilliant, who s he really torchering, that s right that s you re a genius isn t isn t he a genius, Henry?
The four mugs from this morning sat on the working surface, their bottoms crusted and stained with brown. I rinsed one out under the hot tap.
Oh, our friend Ash is a man of many talents. Henry put his glass down on the table. You went to see him, didn t you? Burges. That s where you ve been.
No, he s a genius I mean, Ash, Ash, Henry tol tol me all bout you and what what? She downed a gulp of whisky. Who s he really torchering? Is is not juss the girls, is it, he s torchering the parents too, torchering them for years an years an years an years.
We identified Arnold Burges s daughter s remains yesterday. Teabag in the mug, followed by boiling water. Someone had to tell him.
I don t need you to fight my battles for me, Ash.
Yeah, because you re doing such a great job of sorting him out on your own.
You re not a genius, you re an idiot.
Prhaps prhaps thass the point, I mean, is is horrible for the girls, but but prhaps they re the means to to the ends, an that that s why he keeps them gagged while he while he does it?
I fished the bag out with a spoon and dumped it in the sink.
I m not the piss-head sitting in a freezing house with shattered windows and dog shit on the carpet, drinking myself to death.
Henry poured himself another measure of whisky. Do I look pished to you?
No he didn t. He looked more sober than he had when we d arrived. And the caffeine tremors seemed to have vanished as well.
He doesn t doesn t want to hear them scream cos because he s not innit for for their pain, he wans he wans the parents to feel it, ooh I needa pee Dr McDonald lurched up from the table and grabbed the working surface. Oops Floor s all slippy like Switzerland
The teaspoon rattled against the stainless-steel draining board. I sploshed some milk into the mug. What, I m not supposed to worry about you now? Thought we were friends.
I don t want you interfering.
Interfering? For God s sake. He took a sledgehammer to Ellie s headstone!
Back inna inna bit, you got any crisps, I like crisps And she was gone, leaving the door open behind her. Crisps, crisps, crisps, crisps, crisps
