Little Red

was a small school. With the children, stood a police Constable, making an effort to engage with them and keep them distracted from the new visitors. Whilst chatting and appearing friendly they fired some vital questions for the class to answer, so who played with Abby at lunch time?......what did you play?.....where did she go after you finished playing?

It was a long shot but on some occasions a child has provided a small piece of evidence to help push them in the right direction. It was the teachers who received the interrogation full force, especially the Head Master. Jack had entered the Head’s office with Nathan. The parents of the missing girl were sat at his desk, their heads turned as the men entered. The small, balding man stood from his chair to greet them and Jack flashed an un-convincing smile. He motioned to the PC stood in the room to exit, the door clicked shut as he left.

‘Mr Mundon, Simon Mundon?’

‘Yes Detective’ he answered timidly

‘Chief Inspector’ his eyes connected with the Head Masters.

Nathan looked the small man up and down. He didn’t come across as an ideal Head. He wasn’t much of a frightening figure for the children to fear. He remembered his Head Mistress, Jesus she was evil!

‘Sir, we have a situation here as you may well know’.

‘Yes we do’.

‘What can you tell me about the Sub Teacher who has also disappeared?’

‘Well, it was the first time I had met him. But he came highly recommended by St Paul’s Primary School………he was a teacher there for a long time, so they told me’.

‘Right, how did he appear?’

‘Well at first I thought he was too young to be a teacher, never mind a substitute. He was a charming man and knew his English Literature very well. I was surprised to be honest, but he seemed ideal for the position.’

‘Do you have any records detailing his place of residence, a CV maybe?’

‘Yes of course, we complete a thorough check of any possible teachers, to ensure they are the best person for the job. He has been on our records here for several weeks. We needed an English teacher to cover for Miss Carrigot. We received a text message this morning from her, saying that she was too sick to come in. The receptionists had to find a replacement and quick, Mr Breen was the ideal person for the job!’

‘When was he noticed missing?’

‘Well, it would be after lunch. We complete a head count every time the children return from outside. We noticed he wasn’t in the classroom when the receptionist had set out to collect the numbers……that’s also when we noticed that Abby had gone’.

Jack had been taking notes throughout the whole conversation, barely raising his head to face the man.

‘I see. Can you arrange a copy of Mr Breen’s personal details please?’

‘I’ll ask Anne to get it for you…….Breen, Oliver Breen…..that’s his name.’

Jack extended his arm, thanking the mole like man.

‘Afternoon, I am Chief Inspector Dawson, you are the girl’s parents?’ he asked, talking to the couple.

‘Yes, what’s going on….where’s our daughter?’

‘We are doing everything possible right now. I will see that a member of the team speaks with you, I will be speaking with you both at a later date also, there is information that I can possibly act on now. So I apologise if I seem abrupt, it is not intended!’ he offered a small smile as they exited the room.

‘Is that it?’ Nathan quizzed.

‘What?’

‘We were in there less than five minutes!’

‘Look, I’m not wasting time here. We have a team to continue with the interviews…..and we may have an address to go to!’

Nathan followed Jack to the reception as he requested the address for Oliver Breen. Anne had finished printing the personal information and handed Jack the pages, he winked and folded them into his pocket as they left the scene.

The female constable met them at the school gate, she stepped towards Jack as they neared. Her posture showed that she awaited another task, Jack gave her one. He assigned her the objective of door to door enquiries, as many PC’s as she needed. He believed somebody on the street must have seen something. He confirmed that the task was understood and climbed into the vehicle, Nathan stood at the driver’s side the whole time, observing Jack as he buzzed with adrenalin. The navigation system beeped as Jack entered the details of the address into the locate menu. Several seconds later the destination appeared.

‘Forty minutes away, the other side of London’ he said to Nathan who was sat in the driver’s seat.

‘Roger, just give me the heads up if we head off course…..it’s being a while since I drove in London’.

‘Brilliant’ the sarcasm created a war of stares between the two men. The car pulled off slowly leaving the pandemonium behind. They could feel the familiar buzz of closing in on a lead. The excitement showed as Nathan’s foot began to push harder down onto the accelerator, Jack allowed it……he also felt the thrill pulsing through his veins. It had been a long time since the two had worked side by side. The partnership was a strong bond, one that was impossible to break. They fed upon each other’s rush of adrenalin, boosting one and other further into a case. They both hoped that it worked this time.

The car came to a halt as they caught the tail end of traffic. The snow had caused a vehicle to spin and collide with another. The holdup aided in the recent adrenalin rush to expire. The men found themselves moaning, Nathan slapped the steering wheel with his hand as the other rubbed his forehead.

‘Well, we have a bit of time to kill……….how about you fill me in with the reason you were choking in the room!’

‘You want to know now?’

‘Why not, it’s a better time than any’

‘I suppose’ Nathan shuffled in his seat, pulling the small black lever by his left leg, the chair reclined slightly.

‘Last time you asked for my help…..whilst Elle and I still lived in London, there were a few issues I….no, we had to deal with. That’s why we flew to Spain, to get away from the past’.

‘You’re on about a fresh start yeah?’

‘Pretty much yeah, well, I suffered from severe nightmares for close to twelve months. I mean these things were in full detail, I would wake up dripping and soaked in sweat…….sometimes I would sleep walk and Elle had to find me when she realised I wasn’t there.’

‘This is what was happening in the room?’

‘Similar……..they started the first night I landed’.

‘The same dreams as before?’

‘No. Not quite the same but there are similarities. When I worked on the Golden Boy case, remember the house I located him in?’

‘I think so, the derelict building?’ his memory fuzzy.

‘Yeah, well, the old dreams were based in that house. The detail was exactly the same as what I saw…..so good I even smell the same stench from where the bodies were found in the cellar and the walls. The dreams I am having at the moment are the exact same house, same smell…..same everything, apart from the room.’

‘The room?’ his eye brows raised slightly.

‘I get to the top of the stairs and there is a door to a room. That is the room where I found the killer and young boy. But this time the room is bright, I mean I can’t see shit to start with……….but I can hear the song.’ he shuffled once again.

‘Hey there little red riding hood….you sure are looking good….you’re everything a big bad wolf could want. It’s on repeat too. I can see a figure at a table, but it’s blurred and I can’t make out who it is. I get closer with a weapon in my hand. On the table is one of the Golden Boy’s victims. Not the last one, it’s a boy we didn’t save…..second or third I think. Well he looks at me and mouths the words help me………….’

‘Jesus Nathan’ Jack bewildered by his friends story.

‘Yeah I know. But the figure then does something to the boy and a shit load of blood starts flowing onto the floor. The figure turns to me as I drop the wheel brace and walks up slowly…………I can’t breathe or move. That’s when you woke me!’ he told the story looking through the windscreen, he felt his friend’s eyes watching him with