By Mo Hayder
Night is falling as homicide detective Jack Caffrey arrives to interview the distraught sufferer of a car-jacking.
What he hears horrifies him. the automobile was once taken by means of strength, and at the again seat was once a passenger. An eleven-year-old lady. who's nonetheless missing.
Before lengthy the jacker begins to speak with the police. And Caffrey turns into sure that he's making plans to take one other automobile. And one other baby.
Who is the car-jacker? How is he determining his ambitions? And - such a lot pressing of all - can Caffrey locate the child?
Before it really is too overdue ...
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The cop didn’t take his eyes off the pocket. ’ She stepped forward and held the jacket out to him. ‘You do it. ’ The cop licked his lips. He took his hand off the radio and reached out. He rested his fingers on the edge of the pocket. ‘There’s nothing sharp in here, is there? ’ He slowly slid his hand into the pocket, felt what was in there. He let his fingers run over it. A frown crossed his face. He pulled the object out and studied it. A police warrant card. In a standard black leather wallet.
It was part of what was keeping him lonely. Part of what was making him plan futile things with his evenings, like meat raffles and police pub quizzes. ’ She kicked a draft excluder against the bottom of the door. It was cold outside. Freezing. ‘But come through this way. ’ The FLO took him into a side room where the curtains were half drawn. The furniture was good quality but shabby: a dark-wood upright piano pushed against one wall, a TV set in a marquetry cabinet, two battered sofas covered in what might pass for two old Navajo-weave blankets stitched together.
He’s wearing gloves. ’ ‘Freeze it there,’ Caffery said. The inspector paused the picture. Caffery bent closer to the screen, turning his head sideways to study the back window above the lit-up numberplate. When the case had been called in to MCIU, the unit superintendent, an unforgiving bastard who would screw an old woman to the floor if she had information that would improve his clear-up rates, told Caffery the first thing to check was whether or not the report was genuine. Caffery searched the shadows and reflective parts of the back windscreen.