A little clunking noise, like a teeny bolt being slid home.
I opened the nearest door on the right: small kitchen, the surfaces littered with pizza boxes and discarded remains of microwave meals, a pyramid of empty lager cans arranged on the floor.
Next door: a double bed littered with clothes, a small dressing table turned into a shrine to face cream, perfume, and makeup.
The door at the end opened on a living room with a big telly in one corner, a brown sofa, and a coffee table a heaped ashtray sitting next to a pack of Rizla, a pouch of rolling tobacco, and a half-inch block of Moroccan.
Another bedroom lurked behind the fourth door, smaller than the first, the walls adorned with the same kind of posters as Katie s. Only Noah didn t have a Disney s Little Mermaid, she d done him a zombie Tinkerbell instead. Rumpled duvet cover, jeans, T-shirts, socks, and boxer shorts were scattered across the floor And a pair of red panties with little white skull-and-crossbones on them.
I checked the wardrobe no Katie.
Back to the bathroom.
A muffled voice came from inside. Denny, you fuckin spaz: answer the fuckin phone!
The bathroom door came off its hinges even easier than the front one. It crashed down into the bath, ripping the shower curtain from the rail.
He squealed, scrabbled back until he was standing on the toilet lid, mobile phone clutched against his chest. As if that was going to save him.
Noah McCarthy?
I Whatever she told you, it s a fuckin lie, OK? I never
She s twelve, Noah. You re seventeen, and my little girl is twelve. AND HER PANTIES ARE IN YOUR FUCKING BEDROOM!
A medicine cabinet was fixed to the wall above the sink. I grabbed it and pulled. The whole thing creaked and rattled, then pop the rawlplugs holding it to the wall gave and everything slid around inside. Heavy enough to do some decent damage. I hurled it at him.
Aaaaaaagh! Noah ducked, arms covering his face, as the medicine cabinet smashed into him. The door flew off, pills and toothpaste and cotton buds going everywhere.
I took a handful of his baggy jeans and hauled.
He crashed down against the cistern, the back of his head leaving a smear of red where it bounced off the tiles above the toilet.
Noah struggled, but I didn t let go: I twisted his leg halfway around and shoved it against the lip of the bath. Leant my full weight on it till it snapped. Another scream. A kick in the balls shut him up. Then a knee in the face. Stamping on his ribs till I felt a couple of them break. Then all the fingers on his right hand.
I staggered back, breathing hard.
Noah slumped on the floor against the toilet, blood trickling down his face from a broken nose, right hand curled against his chest, left leg bent in a way nature never intended. Sobbing.
Good.
Where is she?
Ah God
How does it go, Noah? After forty days and forty nights, he sent forth a dove to see if it could find land. Something like that? I grabbed his other leg the unbroken one and pulled.
More screaming.
Out into the hall. He snatched at the doorframe, but I stamped on his elbow. It did the trick. He cried and moaned and pleaded all the way to the front door.
I dragged him onto the balcony, then flipped him over onto his front. Took a hold of his collar in one hand and the waistband of his trousers in the other. Katie s twelve, you raping paedo piece of shit. TWELVE.
I m sorry, I m sorry, I didn t
I shoved his head forward, banging it off the concrete railing.
Where is she?
I I don t know, please
I m going to send you forth, Noah. I hauled him up until his top half was out over the railing. Think you ll be able to find land when I let go?
I don t know! I don t know! She was here Wednesday night, but that s it! Jesus Honest: I don t know!
Liquid trickled across the concrete at my feet. It wasn t rain.
I heaved Noah s damp arse up higher, and he screamed.
Someone barrelled around the corner and skidded to a halt on the balcony, grabbing onto the handrail. Dr McDonald. Her mouth fell open.
Ash? She glanced back over her shoulder towards the stairs. Ash, what are you doing?
Noah here s going forth to find land. I gave him a shake. Look, Noah, it s right down there, can you see it?
PLEASE HELP ME!
Ash, you can t do this, it s
She s twelve! I let go of his collar and slammed a fist into his kidneys. Fire and ice burst inside my knuckles. So I did it again.
Noah screamed.
The lady next door turned up her music.
Please don t kill me! Please! He waved his good arm at Dr McDonald. Help me!
She licked her lips. Looked away. Katie s only twelve.
Good girl.
I gave him another shake.
AAAAAGH! Please, I didn t mean it! I didn t know! Please!
WHERE IS SHE?
Ash, we ve got to get out of here Dickie s on his way up, he s got the big hairy one with him, they re looking for you.
Not till this piece of shit tells me where Katie is.
I don t know! I don t I don t know The words getting more and more mushy, broken up with jagged sobs.
Ash, we have to go!
He s been screwing my twelve-year-old daughter!
We have to go now!
Bye, Noah. Say hello to the ground for me.
