CHILDHUNT: A Mystery & Suspense Thriller in the Bestselling Diana Rivers Series (The Diana Rivers Mysteries Book 5) (28 page)

Diana paused as she thought back to the night before, suddenly feeling tired. “Then later on, Claude asked Debbie what they talked about, and she laughed and said they thought she needed to update her wardrobe. When her parents were leaving, her father said it was time she went home for a short stay because they saw so little of her, and they needed to talk. Claude suddenly remembered he had forgotten something back on the campus and left in his car soon after them. Then Debbie had a phone call saying they’d been killed in a hit-and-run. The real clue was that Claude’s car had apparently been stolen. I guessed he followed them, ran them off the road, and ditched his car.”

Steve and Adam looked at each other and acknowledged her guesswork with a double nod. “Well done,” Steve said with a grin.

“One fantastic piece of news is that neither of the Frost children has been sexually molested. Charlie has a nasty bruise, but apart from that they were lucky,” Adam continued. Everyone drew a sigh of relief after hearing these words. Sexual assault was something they had all been dreading to hear. This, Adam reflected, was what made his work worthwhile. With so much misery in the job, he hated the times when he had to tell parents their child was dead or had been hurt. “I only hope Debbie can see the past for what it was and now turn her back on it. Do you think she will need much help?” asked Diana.

Clare entered the conversation for the first time. She had a bandage round her head, covering the stitches and an elasticated stocking on her ankle. She looked exhausted. Diana decided there and then both she and Adam were to move in and stay the week with them. “I don’t think she will, actually. She must be tough to survive the original horrors she went through. If she is strong enough, she’ll emerge from this last ordeal and look forward to living a normal life.”

“Deliver us from evil,” said Diana. “What about poor Roger? Did Brookes confess to his murder as well?”

Adam nodded. “There’s something else, too. Something quite horrific. After we caught Brookes, and because they found Hannah’s shoe by the river, they started a thorough search of the river and the well. The police haven’t had enough time yet because it’s now dark, and I hate to tell you this, but they suspect they’ll find a number of missing children either down the well or on the riverbed.”

There was a collective gasp of horror.

“They think Brookes may be responsible for the disappearance of at least six other children.”

“My God,” Diana said. “One for each year he was here. How monstrous!”

“Yes, and we’ll be going through his old case notes back home, too. How many other children’s deaths will we link to him?” Adam looked bleak as he spoke.

“I think we all need a drink, and I don’t mean more coffee,” said Steve, leaving Diana’s side and moving towards the decanters. “Who wants a drop of the hard stuff?”

While Steve dispensed drinks all round, Diana thought how lucky they were to arrive at Brookes’ house in time. If he was a serial killer, he would definitely have killed both children. She took a sip of her brandy and pulled a face. It was something she rarely drank, but the occasion seemed to warrant it. Everyone sat back down and gathered their thoughts.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you, Diana. We both agreed last night that the suspect was James, Debbie’s old boyfriend. When did you change your mind?” Clare asked.

Diana took her time to gather her thoughts.

“Yes, I’ve been wondering that too,” said Adam. “Don’t tell me it was a gut feeling once again.”

She gave him a withering look before switching her attention back to Clare. “It was a gradual thing. Lots of little clues kept popping up and things which didn’t make sense. We all agreed the killer had to
know
the kids and he had murdered Debbie’s other children because he mentioned they were strangled with their own scarves. Only the killer would have known that. Would Debbie have told James that vital piece of evidence? Would she have spoken to him during the trial?”

Everyone murmured their agreement. “A lot was centred on Roger and his disappearance. He told me he was going home for only a short time, and he never returned. Roger wore a distinctive yellow scarf, the one I subsequently found down the well, all bloody from his head wound where Bolton took the axe to him. He had said he’d seen Bolton that day between his and Debbie’s house. He was ‘snug in his car’, were his words. Okay, there was nothing wrong in that, but Bolton was out during that fateful morning.” Diana paused and looked round the room. Everyone looked shaken. They knew what had happened to Roger, because of what Charlie had said, but he was only a child. Hearing this first-hand from Diana was shocking.

“Finding the two-pound coin by the well, I jumped to the conclusion that it was Roger’s. It was this which focused my suspicions and made me look down inside.

Steve nodded. “Roger’s collected odd coins for years.”

“Can I have a refill, please,” she asked, holding up her empty glass. She was still feeling rather shaky. While Steve did the honours, Diana continued.

“Then I suppose the final clues fell into place and confirmed my suspicions once I entered Bolton’s house with Clare. What single man has a child’s fairy-tale book stuffed out of sight down the side of the sofa cushions? And l noticed from his groceries dumped on the floor a bottle of a well-known brand of children’s bubble bath.”

Clare immediately sat up with a strange look on her face. “Water!”

“What’s the matter? Do you feel faint?” Adam jumped to his feet.

“No…no! Sit down. I mean everything centred on water…like I explained after I’d hypnotised Debbie. I said that when we entered Debbie’s house I had a feeling that water was involved.”

“I hardly think bubble bath is a good example.” Adam pooh-poohed.

Clare turned to Diana. “You remember. Last night, when we took a break, I came over to you and told you I had an uneasy feeling, but I knew it had something to do with water.”

Diana looked at Adam and Steve in turn. “She’s right. She did. And then today when we were searching, Clare said she couldn’t shake off a very real sensation of water.” She looked back at Clare. “If I recall you said something like, ‘It’s as if it’s…all around me, choking, cold, so cold, roaring and seething and rolling…it’s so tangible.’”

Clare nodded, while Steve and Adam looked at each other. It wasn’t that they didn’t believe her, it was just a tad uncomfortable and creepy.

“And then Roger was dumped down the well into the water, Hannah’s shoe was found near the river, and…and the bubble bath and bath water—” Clare couldn’t continue.

“Charlie stood in freezing cold water in the pithari. And even I fell in a stream and soaked my trousers,” Diana finished for her.

There was a silence while everyone thought about what the two women had said.

After a minute or two, Adam cleared his throat. “Well, I hate to have to say this, but I don’t know if I can cope with
two
female sleuths around me! You are staying out in Cyprus aren’t you, Diana?” His words broke the seriousness of their situation, and they all smiled.

“I suppose Brookes or Bolton as we know him must have taken Debbie’s first children in his car. Because he was their father, they went willingly,” Steve said after a pause. “Although I think Debbie suppressed the fact that they were frightened of him. I wonder what the bastard was doing when he smacked Sally after allegedly being naughty.”

“Don’t go there, darling,” Diana said thinking of their little daughter safely tucked up in bed upstairs. “It could actually have been James, as he knew the kids pretty well.”

“But it wasn’t.”

“No.”

“So, there we have it. Another crime solved,” Adam said with a smile in Diana’s direction. “Except there is one thing we haven’t mentioned. Brookes was supposed to have drowned, or committed suicide when his children were murdered. He must have staged it.”

“Yes, and that brings me to my last deciding factor.”

“Which is?” everyone asked in a chorus.

“The biggest giveaway was Bolton’s binoculars. He left them in the living room, and I got a good look at them. They were an expensive pair of Steiners.”

“Yes?” They all looked expectantly at her.

“Well, the pair he had is mostly used by sailors. Brookes was a sailor…I bet you anything they were his sailing binoculars. When he scuppered his boat, he can’t have been able to bring himself to get rid of them. Those are far too heavy for birdwatching.”

“As I said before, alio crimine solvitur,” Adam repeated.

A log shifted in the stove, sending up a shower of sparks. Diana looked down at her hands in her lap while she spoke. “I thought you’d be furious with me, Adam, for leaving Clare alone in the house with him. I hated doing it, and I’m sure I’ll have nightmares for weeks to come, but I had to. When I returned with Debbie, we were scared stiff, but we had to see if Hannah was inside. I was sure you’d blow my head off for being impulsive and stupid.”

Adam spent a full minute gazing at Diana before choosing his words with care. “I was scared for you, scared for all of you. But, Diana, you did what you thought was right, and you had the courage of your convictions. You strengthened your resolve to carry on in spite of great danger. Courage is a strange thing, but perhaps it is the greatest of all virtues. You see, I believe that unless we have that virtue inside us, then we would have no security for preserving any other. No, Diana, you acted on your own strength and wisdom, and I cannot condemn you for that.”

The End

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Dedication

To the gallant men of the British Royal Navy Coastal Forces who served with such bravery and distinction during the Second World War.

Prologue

Germany 1945

Billy gathered his treasures together and laid them at the end of his ramshackle bunk in hut nineteen. There wasn’t a lot to account for three years’ incarceration at the hands of the sometimes brutal Germans, but his treasures represented his life and, more importantly, his soul. He thought about the refugees who had filed past the gates of his camp: old people; women with children; babes in arms; the injured, burned and terrified and the deranged. All were fleeing from the horrors, the Christians among them struggling to believe and reconcile their religious beliefs with Nazi cold-blooded excesses and mass murder.

Billy considered his pitiful little pile: Christmas cards from Penny, her heavily censored letters and her simple but evocative poetry, the handmade playing cards, two cigarettes, the German soldier’s – Dieter’s – belt buckle and Nathaniel’s penny whistle. Nathaniel. Billy shook his head in regret and fought back the familiar choking feeling that arose in his throat whenever he thought about it. He thrust his dark thoughts aside and continued picking over his possessions. He would take as many clothes as he could carry. He had nothing heavy. He had given his Bible away, hopefully to someone who would put it to better use than he. Gathering up his things, he tied them into a bundle with his faded and well-darned pullover and slung it over his shoulder. He straightened his back, lifted his head, and stood as erect as his gammy leg allowed. I’ll march out of here proudly, he thought. He and his comrades formed into ranks and marched smartly up to the gates. The weak and sick were supported by their stronger colleagues, their spirits rising. They didn’t know where they were going, but it had to be a better place than this.