of minutes. The minute he walked back into the room, Victor was ready to make the next move.
‘Did you hear from IT?’
‘Not yet.’
‘Okay, get everything we’ve got so far together. Time isn’t on our side, and the quicker we stay ahead of the police, the better.’
‘Yes sir.’
‘I must see her,’ he said. A strange feeling drifted through him. He’d studied her picture a lot.
‘She’s not speaking to anyone, not even the police,’ said Bradley. ‘Inside information said its stress and shock.’
‘But she will speak to me.’ He smiled lightly. ‘I’m the one who will make this right. It was my park. No one shits in my park and gets away with it.’
Bradley studied him a moment.
‘What?’
‘You like her,’ he said as he pulled out the seat.
Victor was silent a moment and then spoke. ‘I do. There is something about her. I want to protect her. I have to, and I will make sure whoever took her baby, pays with their life.’
‘But what if she doesn’t like you back?’ He knew he was treading on rocky ground, but he also knew where he stood with him.
‘She will.’ He smiled. ‘She will.’ He was so confident about it.
‘She might not like what you do.’
He was silent. He pulled the folder from the side draw of the table and opened it. He pulled out the enlarged picture of London. He studied her a moment. Strange things happened within his body when he gazed at her photo. After a while, he pushed it over to Bradley. He studied it a moment.
‘She is beautiful.’ He had to admit it himself.
‘It’s not only that is it? There is something intriguing about her. I can’t say what, but if you just look at those lovely eyes.’
Bradley studied the photograph; he understood exactly what Victor was talking about.
‘It’s important we act as soon as possible.’
‘Yes, I’ll get in touch with our IT guy.’
‘Great. I know I’ll find her child. I just know it.’
‘I don’t doubt it.’ And he really didn’t. If there was one thing he knew about his boss, was that he always got what he wanted. The people, who had taken Paige, had no idea what was coming their way.
****
P aige didn’t understand what was going on. The one minute she’d been asked to help a nice lady find her dog. The next moment she was driven away from the park and her mother. She sat in a cold and dirty place with just a bed with very thin covers. There were sounds of other children around, some were crying, others were screaming and some uttered random rumblings. At different times of the day, a tray of food would be shoved through a slot at the bottom of the door. It comprised of stale bread and a glass of water or milk if lucky. On good days, there was either pizza or fish fingers.
‘I want my mummy. When can I go back to my mummy?’ The beautiful child had asked while she’d been driven away. She hadn’t understood what had happened. ‘I want to go to my mummy.’
The nice lady, who had taken her hand, had suddenly become not so nice. She turned to the little girl who had the golden hair and the green eyes the clients wanted and said. ‘You’re with me now, stop asking the question.’
Paige had cried, and had asked to see her mummy over and over again, but the woman didn’t bat an eyelid. It was her job, she’d done this many times before, and she knew she’d won the jackpot with this one. The little girl, who sat beside her, ready to be transported to a location unknown, was a rare looking child.
‘I want my mummy!’ she’d screamed.
‘You’re with me now,’ the woman repeated. This had been a long search, but they’d finally found what they’d been looking for, and the little girl who sat beside her was a gold mine. She was the cash cow, the answer to a better life for all that were involved. ‘You’re with me now,’ Lucia had said again to Paige.
Chapter Four
P ortia walked into the hospital at ten that morning. It was decided that London was ready to go home even