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what to do, how to be. It’s no way to live.’
    ‘And this is?’ Sanderson responded.
    ‘Yeah, it’s easy to look down your nose at me, but at least I let her be,’ Shanelle spat back. ‘Instead of coming round here pointing the finger, why don’t you ask him about it?’
    ‘Who?’
    ‘Her “dad”.’
    ‘Why would Mr Sprackling know anything about it?’
    ‘Got a temper on him. Likes to get his own way. Doesn’t like naughty little girls. He used to get very … cross with Ruby.’
    Sanderson said nothing.
    ‘He came round here once. Called me all sorts, threatened to take my head off. I stood my ground, but I don’t mind telling you I was bricking it. I was alone, I didn’t have anything to hand, nothing to stop him …’
    ‘So what happened?’
    ‘Neighbour came out. Told us to keep the noise down. He didn’t like that. Didn’t like being caught somewherelike this. I don’t think he’d told his wife he was coming.’
    This was said gleefully, retrospectively enjoying his discomfort.
    ‘So why don’t you ask him about Ruby? Ask him what he wanted to do to the little girl that turned on him?’
    Sanderson was irritated by Shanelle, but also disquieted. Most disappearances were the products of domestic disharmony and Sanderson knew there was no reason why this should be any different. Could Jonathan Sprackling be involved? Could he be punishing her for disloyalty and disobedience?
    ‘Have you seen Ruby in the last week?’
    ‘No. Last time was about a month ago.’
    ‘Did she ever stay here overnight?’
    ‘Yeah, so what?’
    ‘Just the two of you.’
    For the first time, Shanelle hesitated. Sanderson was quick to press home the advantage.
    ‘Who else was here?’
    ‘Nobody …’
    ‘Don’t make me arrest you, Shanelle.’
    ‘It was just a guy.’
    ‘What guy?’
    ‘He came round once in a while. To smoke a bit. I think he was here once when Ruby stayed. He liked the look of her. I told him I’d cut his balls off if he even looked at her.’
    ‘Name?’
    More hesitation, then:
    ‘Dwayne something. That’s all I got,’ she added in response to Sanderson’s evident irritation.
    ‘How often did he come round?’
    ‘Once or twice a month.’
    ‘Where can I find him?’
    ‘Like I know or care.’
    ‘Had a falling out, have we?’
    ‘I threw the little shit out.’
    ‘Because?’
    ‘Because he stole from me. I knew he was a freeloader. All he did was sit on his arse smoking dope and watching porn, but then he half inched two hundred notes from me. Said he didn’t, but I wasn’t born yesterday. So I kicked him out. Told everyone on the estate he was a paedo and I ain’t seen him since.’
    She smiled at her own wit and invention.
    ‘Have you had any contact since?’
    ‘Not face to face.’
    ‘Meaning?’
    ‘A brick through the window and some dog shit through the door – is that “contact”? Next time he does it, I’ll have him.’
    It wasn’t much to go on, but it was a start. She knew of cases where embittered exes had kidnapped and imprisoned children of former lovers. It seemed unlikely that a low-rent crook could be responsible for something like this – but Sanderson knew she had to pursue it.
    The clock was ticking.

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    He didn’t like the look of this guy. Not one little bit.
    The man had come to the door cursing, reeking displeasure. He was sweating and seemed keen to avoid eye contact, as if visitors were somehow contagious. When he did eventually look up, his expression was full of suspicion, as if the courier were here to rob him, rather than deliver the goods that he had ordered.
    The courier held out the package and asked the man to sign for it. As he did so, he looked over his shoulder, curious to see what sort of hole this guy inhabited. It was a bombsite. Broken furniture, cardboard boxes, dustsheets, discarded pizza boxes. The tall Victorian property had presumably once been a rich gent’s townhouse; now it was a stinking hovel. The courier jumped