story. Only a few people know that your daughter has been abducted.â
His eyes blazed in the face of her calm, measured tone.
âSo, nothing is being done?â
âMr Hanson, I urge you to calm down. Having the press all over this is not going to get your child back.â
The other three watched the exchange between the two of them. Every moment that passed explained the dynamics of this group better.
Stephen Hanson was casting himself as the hero of the hour. Kim understood that his caveman instinct was to protect and take charge.
âHow the hell can a search not be beneficial? If the public know, they'll come forward with information.â
âSuch as?â
âA man bundling two young girls into a vehicle,â he said, as though speaking to a child.
âYou don't think that would have been reported anyway?â Kim replied, raising one eyebrow.
He hesitated. âThat's not the point. People don't think about what they might have seen until you make it public.â
âThe best we could get from a witness appeal is a sighting of them close to the snatch point. That information is useless to us now because we already know for sure that they've been abducted. Unless they can offer a registration number, offender description and known direction of travel, that information is not worth the consequences.â
Stephen Hanson shook his head. âI'm sorry, but I couldn't disagree with you more. I intend to get my daughter back if I have to call every news outlet in the country.â
He took out his mobile phone.
âI can't stop you from doing whatever you feel is necessary, but once you make that call you will probably seal the fate of your daughter,â Kim said, in a measured tone.
He hesitated for a moment as the two women gasped.
Robert Timmins took a step forward. âStephen, put down the phone.â His voice was calm, quiet and authoritative. It bit through the tension that had filled the room.
Stephen turned to his friend. âCome on, Rob, you can't agreeââ
âI think we should listen to what the inspector has to say. Once you make that call there's no going back, but it may be something to consider later.â
âBy then they might be fucking dead,â he exploded. Stephen clearly didn't like being told what to do by anyone. But he hadn't yet pressed a button.
âThey might be dead now,â Robert said calmly.
Elizabeth and Karen cried out. Robert squeezed his wife's shoulders reassuringly. âI don't think they are but I can't imagine any scenario whereby we gain benefit by having Sky News parked up on the lawn.â
Kim could feel the controlled rage emanating from Stephen.
She stepped in. âListen to me. Your daughters are alive. This is not some random opportunist snatch. This has been planned and there will be contingencies.
âDo you remember last year when two little girls were taken from Dudley?â The two ladies nodded. âSo far this is very similar to what happened then. We don't know the full details but only one girl came back. The body of the second girl was never found.
âA press blackout was issued but the news broke on the third day. The publicity may have spooked them into doing something rash. That's not what we want this time. The kidnappers have already made contact. You know they've been taken for a reason and not by some random paedophile.â
Kim ignored the horror on their faces. They had to know the truth and unfortunately hers didn't come with tea and sympathy.
âThey will be in touch. They want something from one of you or all of you. The most logical assumption is that weâre talking money but we can't rule out other things.â
Finally, she had the attention of them all. âDo any of you have enemies that you can think of? Disgruntled employees, clients, family members? Everyone should be considered.â
âDo you know how many people I piss off each