scratch,” he said.
“Thank goodness for that,” Lois said. “Josie would kill us if she had to do it all again.”
“But did you see how fast she went?” said Mrs. T-J, taking off her helmet. “My goodness, it was most exhilarating! She must have been doing at least fifty miles an hour, Douglas!”
He grinned indulgently. “More like twenty,” he said. “It probably felt like more. Tony Dibson said the secret is in the weight. There’s no rules about how heavy it’s got to be. So we can put a few lumps of rock in with you on the day.”
“Lumps of rock!” Mrs. T-J colored with indignation. “There are a couple of blocks of Carrara marble in the potting shed. Been there since that dreadful woman came to sculpt my dear husband’s head. Looked nothing like him. I put him in the cellar, and the blocks of marble-which we purchased at great cost-were left over. Awful mistake. But they’ll be just the thing. Rocks, indeed! Nothing but the best for
When the soap box had been safely stowed away in a stable and covered with an old horse blanket, Lois and Douglas set off to walk back to the village. “Notice she didn’t offer us a lift back,” said Douglas glumly. “Just as well I don’t actually have to be back early. Why did you say that during the meeting, Mum?”
“To change the subject. Stop the gossip about Jack Jr. Mind you, nothing I can say will stop it. But I need to find out a couple of things before I can speak with authority. I am his mother’s boss, and people are bound to think I know more than I’m telling.”
“And do you?” said Douglas.
Lois did not answer, and they walked on in silence. As they reached the edge of the village, Lois said casually, “By the way, Douglas, you know when our mad woman driver was out of control in a jar of jam? Well, did you notice anything over by the hedge at the side of the park?”
“What do you mean, Mum?”
“I thought I saw a shadowy figure moving along the hedge. It stopped when she crashed, and I looked away. When I looked back again it had gone.”
“Could’ve been a fox,” Douglas said, getting into his car. “I thought I heard a vixen barking in the wood when we came away. Anyway, I must be going. Susie will wonder where I’ve gone. All going well, so I’ll see you on the day. Bye, Mum.” He pecked her cheek and was gone.
FORTY-ONE
JACK JR. HAD HARDLY SLEPT. THE GROANS AND YELLS COMING from the rest of the house frightened him so much that he lay curled up in a ball under the smelly duvet with his fingers in his ears. A glimmer of light showed through the filthy windows. There had been curtains once, but they had been reduced to rags hanging in strips. It didn’t matter. The dirt was so thick on the windows that nobody could see in or out.
“Wake up, kid!” The man’s harsh voice pierced through Jack’s defences, and he sat up, shrinking away from the looming figure. “Come on, we’re going on a visit. Here, take this. You can eat it on the way.”
“Where’re we going? I want to go home. If you don’t take me soon, they’ll be on to you and you’ll wish you had.”
“Persistent little sod, aren’t you?” The man took hold of Jack by his shoulder and pushed him out of the room, down the rotting stairs and out of a door at the back of the house. The early morning was cold and clear, and Jack saw the familiar scruffy van. Once more he was pushed into the back, and in seconds he was on the road, having no idea where he was going. He began to eat the stale sandwich and said to himself that at least he had more chance of escape from this old wreck on the move, than from that locked room. For all the man’s bluster, Jack reckoned he was not very bright. “Me against him,” he muttered, and swallowed hard. The sandwich was disgusting, but he had to keep up his strength.
LOIS STARED AT THE TELEPHONE IN HER OFFICE, TRYING TO decide whether or not to ring Cowgill. She knew from Mrs. T-J that Hickson had gone into hiding again, and whether or not he had taken his son with him, the police would need urgently to find him. She had already told Cowgill all she knew about Jack Sr., but she still did not know where he was living. Working, yes, and there had been that shadow lurking round the park. If Cowgill had already been up there to look around for him, he might have spotted him. But had he? It was a question of relying on police efficiency, or ringing Cowgill to make sure. She dialled his number.
Chris answered. “Hello, Lois,” she said. “Did you want Mr. Cowgill? Oh, dear, he’s gone to the dentist. Said he’d be out all morning. No, they don’t allow mobiles in the dentist’s. Can I give him a message when he comes back, or can I help? Is it something to do with young Jack Hickson’s disappearance?”
“Oh, don’t worry, Chris. I’ll catch him later. Any news on Jack Jr.?”
“Nothing definite. We’ve got just about every man in the force on to it, and nationwide as well. It won’t be long before we find him. How’s his mum holding up?”
“Not too well. I’m going round there now. Bye.”
Paula opened the door at once. Lois could see she’d had no sleep and been crying a lot. There were big dark circles under her eyes and her skin was blotchy. She was holding baby Frankie, and Lois could see the twins in the kitchen, sitting at the table eating cereal and looking solemn.
“Shouldn’t they be at school?” Lois said to Paula, as they walked through and the twins said hello.
Paula shook her head. “Not until they’ve found Jack,” she said shakily. “I’m not letting them, any of them, out of my sight. Sorry I can’t do the work at the moment, Mrs. M.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Paula,” Lois said. “Of course you can’t. But I’m sure you’ll soon have him back and we can all get on with life. Have you had any news, or thought of anything else to tell that might help?”
Paula shook her head. “No, nothing,” she said.
Well, now there was something she could tell Paula. “Jack Sr. has gone missing, too,” she said. “Mrs. T-J said last night that he didn’t turn up for work yesterday morning. You’ve not seen or heard anything?”
Paula shook her head. “Mind you,” she said, “I’m not surprised. With his picture all over the papers, he’s not likely to hang around here. He’d be suspect number one, wouldn’t he?”
“Do you think he’s got Jack?”
Paula shrugged. “In a way,” she said, “I hope he has. He’d not harm him. I’m really certain about that. Probably just doing it to scare me. And if he has got him, he’s dug himself into an even deeper hole than he was in already. Abducting a child is a real crime, the stupid idiot.”
The doorbell rang, and Paula started. “Go on,” said Lois, “answer it. I’m here.”
“Oh, hello, Paula. I hope I’m not intruding. I just came to say… well, you know…”
Lois knew the voice. It was Kate Adstone, and Paula returned with her visitor following close behind. “Morning, Mrs. Meade,” Kate said. “I just came…”
“Quite right, too,” Lois said. “The more support Paula gets the better. Is there another coffee in the pot, Paula?”
Their conversation ranged over every subject except that of missing Jack Jr., and then they fell silent. Lois waited. Surely something useful would come up.
“I was thinking about them early days, when we both worked at Froot’s Builders,” Paula said finally to Kate. “They were carefree compared to this, weren’t they. Always having a laugh with the girls.”
“Too right,” Kate said with feeling. “Me a personal assistant in the office, and weren’t you-?”
“I worked in the canteen,” Paula said. “It was a good job. I liked it there, except when the boss came round, feeling up all the girls. Old Greasy, we used to call him. Luckily he didn’t appear often. No, it was a good job and some nice people worked there.”
“Old Greasy!” Kate said, and laughed nervously. “My God, I remember him. He interviewed me for the job. You were lucky. I saw him most days, and I must say I couldn’t get away from there fast enough. Gavin worked there, too…” Her face closed up, and she looked at her watch.
“I must go,” Lois said quickly. “I’ll leave you girls to have a chat. Cecilia at playgroup? You’ve got plenty of time, Kate, and I know Paula is glad of the company.”
