Sunday, December 11, 2011

Dead Rite chapter 88.10

“Missing persons?” White held his finger over the keyboard. “What was the name of the girl who disappeared between work and home last month. Carol something? Stepwell?”

“Carol Treadwell. Look, sir, would you like me to do the typing? I think I'm a bit quicker than you.”

“No, sergeant. It's quite all right.” He frowned at the keys. “W-H-E-R-E-I-S-C-A-R-O-L-T-R-E-A-D-W-E-L-L-?”

The computer switched to the feminine voice again. “Carol Treadwell was last seen leaving the offices of Bartman and Sons at five-twenty on Tuesday the fourteenth. She never got home. Her car was found where she'd left it on Moor Street car park. What happened between the office and the car park? Police are appealing for witnesses.”

“That was on 'Look South West'.” Peters shook his head. “If she'd done a runner she'd have been seen on camera somewhere, surely?”

“That's right, sergeant.” Shadwell was subdued. “She'd have been spotted by a camera somewhere in the last four weeks. We have to assume she's dead by now.”

“No we don't.” White all but spat the words out. “We never give up until we find her.”

Shadwell shook his head. “Find her? You couldn't even remember her name a minute ago.”

“That doesn't mean she's not still up here.” White tapped his temple. “Every day I scan the faces of people on the street, hoping to see her.”

“Right. I'm sorry.”

A nod. “Apology accepted. Another missing person?”

“How about the lads we're looking for now?” Peters leaned over the inspector and typed the names in himself. “Dillard Farthing and Samuel Trubshaw.”

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