Finders Keepers

the whole thing kicked off with the missing boy and I just grabbed the dogs and went back to make sure the kids were OK before seeing you near the cars. But by then you’d already seen it.’

Jonas hung up, his head spinning with new hope that made the old hope seem small and tawdry.

‘Is that important?’ said Skinner.

Jonas didn’t answer her. He barely heard her question. He mumbled something about having to go, and something else about getting new tax, and got back into the Land Rover.

At Tarr Steps Tamzin Skinner had left her dog in her car, and so had David Tedworthy. Both cars vandalized at the show had had dogs left in them. And here was the clincher: Barbara Moorcroft had left two dogs in the car – and there had been holes punched through two windows of her Renault Megane.

One for each dog.

With unsteady hands, he called Stanley Cotton. He misdialled three times and then, when he finally got it right, the phone rang endlessly and Jonas almost groaned with frustration in expectation of an answer machine. Instead a man finally answered impatiently. Jonas explained briefly who he was.

‘I spoke to the police already. They kept me there half the day. It wasn’t even a big hole. Big hole in my bloody pocket though.’

‘Did you have a dog in the car when the window was broken, Mr Cotton?’

‘Jesus! What kind of waste of time is this? Aren’t you supposed to be finding that little boy who was taken?’

‘Did you?’ said Jonas forcefully.

‘Yes. What of it?’

Jonas hung up, feeling dizzy. It was all about the dogs. He didn’t know why, or what the hell it meant, or how it was connected to the disappearance of three children, but he was sure that was why the kidnapper had made holes in the car windows.

And Dunkery Beacon, where Jess Took was taken? Reynolds had told him no windows had been broken there. That was the piece of the puzzle that didn’t fit.

Jonas frowned at his own hands trembling on the steering wheel until the answer hit him with blinding ease.

The only dogs at Dunkery Beacon that early in the day would have been connected to the hunt – taken there to work.

No dogs left in cars. No windows broken.

He’d cracked it.

He wasn’t quite sure what he’d cracked, but Jonas felt instinctively that this brought him closer to keeping his promise to Lucy to save Charlie Peach.

23

DI REYNOLDS DIDN’T THINK Jonas Holly had cracked it at all.

‘Dogs?’ he said, with a lemon-sucking face.

‘Maybe,’ said Jonas, not so sure himself now.

He was confused by Reynolds. He had seemed such a reasonable, friendly man when he’d been here before, but Jonas was starting to understand that in the company of DCI Marvel, Josef Stalin might have appeared similarly blessed with social graces, so he was having to re-evaluate Reynolds from the ground up.

‘I think that maybe he breaks the windows because the dogs are left in hot cars.’

Reynolds grunted, his arms crossed on his chest, and leaned on the door of the unmarked Peugeot.

‘I don’t know, Jonas,’ said Rice doubtfully. ‘Why would he bother doing that if he’s there to kidnap a child? If he’s that concerned, why not take the dogs instead? Or as well? Or just smash the whole window and let them out to run about?’

‘I don’t know. All I know is that when I saw that dog in the car at the show, even my first instinct was to pull open the door and get it some air.’

‘But breaking the windows only increases his chances of being caught,’ Reynolds pointed out. ‘There must be more to it than that. And what about Dunkery Beacon?’

‘No dogs there,’ said Jonas. ‘Only the hounds and maybe a few terriers, but they would all have been working. None would have been left in cars or horseboxes.’

Reynolds made another sour mouth. ‘Even if it’s true – even if the kidnapper has a sideline in … dog paramedics … how does that help us catch him?’

‘I don’t know,’ admitted Jonas. ‘But it’s something, isn’t it?’

‘At least it means he cares,’ said Rice.

‘Cares about dogs,’ said Reynolds. He was a cat person himself.

‘Caring is caring,’ she retorted. ‘If he has empathy then it shows he’s not a total psychopath.’

‘Myra Hindley had a poodle,’ said Reynolds. ‘Look, if he cared about those children he wouldn’t have taken them from their parents at all.’

Jonas shrugged. ‘You mean the parents who weren’t doing such a great job of looking after them in the first place?’

Reynolds and Rice both stared at him.

‘I’m just saying,’ said Jonas, showing his palms defensively, ‘maybe it’s not only about him and his desires. Maybe all he sees is kids left alone in cars and he thinks he could do a better job of protecting them. That’s what the notes imply, isn’t it?’

‘You just want to believe that they’re still alive,’ said Reynolds.

‘Yes, I do,’ Jonas shot back.

‘Me too,’ said Rice quietly.

‘So where’s he keeping them?’ demanded Reynolds. ‘Tell me that, if you know so much about him.’

Jones spread his arms in a hopeless gesture. ‘I don’t know. I suppose somewhere isolated. Somewhere on the moor—’

‘Somewhere like all the places a hundred people and a helicopter spent three days searching?’

Jonas chewed his lip by way of an answer. Reynolds sighed and said more gently, ‘Look, we’d all love to think that Jess and Pete and Charlie are all alive and happy and being well cared for, but we have to face facts, and that’s not likely to be the case.’

Jonas felt defeated. ‘I’m just trying to think about things from his point of view.’

‘That’s fine,’ said Reynolds briskly. ‘Let’s just try to keep it realistic.’

He pulled open the passenger door.

‘Good thinking though, Jonas,’ Rice said, and got behind the wheel.

Jonas watched them drive away.

‘You were a bit hard on him, weren’t you?’ said Rice, not taking her eyes off the road.

Reynolds looked at her in surprise. ‘I thought I was very tolerant, considering.’

‘Considering what?’

‘Considering all that rubbish about dogs.’

‘I thought it was interesting.’

‘Hmm.’

‘What does that mean?’

‘Nothing.’

She looked at him. ‘What does hmm mean?’

He shrugged and she clicked at him and stared at the road.

‘Look,’ he said at last, ‘I spoke to Kate Gulliver about Holly.’

‘Oh yes?’

‘She wanted to know how he was.’

Rice nodded and pretended she hadn’t known that. ‘What did you tell her?’

‘That he seems OK to me. Doesn’t he to you?’

‘I suppose so. Is she worried about him?’