surreptitiously.
In part, this was because he went to the hospital in the company of Toby, whose absence from school was reported at once. But in part it was also because, having come under closer scrutiny since his brief encounter with the Harrow Road police and owing to a message from Fabia Bender, his own absence from school was duly noted. Both notations triggered a phone call to his aunt.
With Toby missing as well as Joel, Kendra did not leap to the conclusion that Joel was involved in anything risky or illegal. She knew her elder nephew would never jeopardise Toby’s safety. But a serial killer had been stalking young boys just Joel’s age, and since the most recent two boys had been from North London, Kendra could not stop her thoughts from heading ineluctably in that direction, just as they’d done when Joel had gone missing for two nights.
She didn’t arrive at that mental destination immediately. Instead, she did what any woman might have done when informed that her boys were not where they were supposed to be. She phoned home to see if they’d bunked off school to watch videos; she phoned the child dropin centre in the unlikely event they’d gone there to hang about; she phoned the Rainbow Cafe to check with Dix on the chance he’d taken them to work with him for some reason; ultimately, she panicked. She closed the charity shop and went on the hunt. After driving up streets and through housing estates, she remembered Ivan Weatherall and phoned him as well, to no avail. This sent her into further panic, which was her state when she went into the Rainbow Cafe.
Dix didn’t join her in full-blown anxiety. He sat her down with a cup of tea and, not as sanguine as Kendra about the probability of Joel’s keeping his brother out of trouble at all costs, he phoned the Harrow Road police. Two boys were missing, he told them when he learned Joel was not in custody for some heretofore unknown malefaction. What with the serial killings . . .
The constable on the other end of the line cut him off: The boys had not been missing even twenty- four hours, had they? Put quite simply, there was nothing the police could do until they’d been missing for a longer period.
So Dix phoned New Scotland Yard next, where the investigation into the serial killings was headquartered. But there again, he had no luck. They were being inundated with phone calls from parents whose boys had been missing far longer than a mere few hours, sir. New Scotland Yard was not equipped to send up a hue and cry over two boys who’d merely played truant from school.
There was nothing for it but for Dix to follow Kendra’s example. He turned his job over to his harried mother and changed out of his cook’s garb. He had to be part of the search, he explained, handing over his apron.
His mother made no comment. She glanced at Kendra, tried to keep her face impassive, rued the day her son had fallen into the clutches of a woman with whom he could build no conventional future, and donned his large apron. Go, she told him.
Dix was the one to suggest the hospital where Carole Campbell was housed. Could the boys have gone there?
Kendra didn’t see how. They had no money for the bus and the train. But she phoned anyway, and that was how Dix D’Court came to be waiting at Paddington station when Toby and Joel debarked some hours later.
He’d been meeting every train. He’d missed his workout. By the time the boys showed up, he was devilishly hungry but unwilling to pollute his body with anything sold within the station. He was, as a result, tightly coiled from frustration and annoyance. It wasn’t going to take much to set him off, no matter his earlier intentions.
When Joel saw Dix on the other side of the barrier, he could tell the man was coiled like a wound-up spring. He knew he was in trouble, but he didn’t care. He saw himself as someone out of every option, so the fact that Dix D’Court was cheesed off at him was a minor wrinkle in the altogether permanently crumpled linen that was his life. Toby was tripping along at Joel’s heels, mostly involved in a conversation with a spider transfer that a previous owner had applied to his skateboard. He didn’t see Dix until Dix was upon them, until Joel said,
“Hey! Let go my arm, mon.” Then Toby looked up and said, “’Lo, Dix. Mum wanted fingernails. I got a bag of crisps. It looked like snow ever’where, only it wasn’t.”
Dix marched Joel out of the station. Toby followed. Joel continued to protest. Dix said nothing. Toby grabbed Joel’s arm, needing the reassurance of something solid that represented something he understood. At his car, Dix stuffed both boys into the backseat. Looking into the rearview mirror, he said to Joel, “You
Joel turned his head away and looked out of the window. Hopes dashed, he was in no state to accept blame for anything. He mouthed
Dix read the words. They were match to tinder. He got out of the car and jerked open the back door. He pulled Joel out. He shoved him against the wing and barked, “You want to take me on? Dat’s wha’ you lookin to happen just now?”
“Hey,” Joel said. “Lemme alone.”
“How long you t’ink you last wiv me, mon?”
“Lemme the fuck
“Dat’s how you see it? Your aunt out searchin, phoning the cops, gettin told there’s no help, fallin into a state . . . And you di’n’t do nuffink?” In a disgust that was only in part directed at Joel, Dix shoved him back inside.
The drive to North Kensington was not a long one. They made it in silence, with Dix incapable of seeing past Joel’s external animus and Joel incapable of seeing past Dix’s reaction to what lay at the core of it. In Edenham Way, Joel flung himself up the steps to his aunt’s house. Toby rapidly followed. He clutched his skateboard to his chest like a life ring. When inside the house Dix snatched it from him and tossed it to one side, he began to cry.
It was too much for Joel. He said, “You fuckin leave Toby alone, mon! You got summick to say or summick to do, you do it to me. You got dat, blood?”
Dix might have responded but Kendra came from the kitchen. So instead of speaking, he pushed the boy towards his aunt, saying, “Here he is, den. He’s a big mon now, hear him talk. Cause of all th’ trouble and him wivout a care in th’ world dat he worried anyone.”
“Shut up,” Joel said. He said it in exhaustion and despair. Dix took a step towards him. Kendra said, “Don’t.” And then to Joel, “What’s going on? Why’d you go out there without telling me?
You know the school phoned? Yours? Toby’s?”
“I wanted to see Mum,” Joel said. “I don’t get what the big deal’s all ’bout.”
“We had rules. School. Toby. Home.” Kendra ticked off these items on her fingers. “Those’re your limits. That’s what I told you. The hospital isn’t among them.”
“Whatever,” Joel said.
“And where’d you get the money for tickets?”
“It was mine.”
“Where’d you get it, Joel?”
“I tol’ you. It was mine, and if you don’t believe me—”
“That’s right. I don’t. Give me a reason to.”
“I fuckin don’t have to.”
“Joel . . . ,” Toby cried. All of this was beyond his ability to compre hend. One moment they had been on the train, gazing out at a landscape shrouded in mystery through the means of freezing fog, and the next moment they’d been in trouble. So much trouble that Joel was cursing, Dix was angry and ready to bang people about, and Kendra’s face was looking like a mask. The burden of all this was too heavy to carry in his mind. Toby said, “Mum wanted hearts on her fingernails, Auntie. Tell her, Joel. ’Bout them gold hearts.”
Kendra said thinly, “Right,” ignoring Toby’s fruitless attempt to alter the course of what was happening. She said, “Let’s just have a check of things, then,” and she headed up the stairs. Joel followed her. Toby tagged along, and Dix trailed Toby.
It was obvious what Kendra’s intentions were. Joel didn’t protest. Indeed, he found he didn’t much care. There was nothing for her to discover in his room because he was telling her the truth, and he knew she
