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was precisely what his own father had done more than thirty years ago. He tried to breathe back down the black hole growing inside him.
    â€˜And to do that at her age,’ said Roy, ‘she’d need help. There’s no way she could do it on her own, and that’s what worries me. Who’s she got holding her hand?’
    Mercy wound her finger round at Boxer.
    â€˜We’re building the file now, Roy. We’ll get back to you as soon as it’s complete,’ said Boxer, glad to hang up.
    â€˜We should contact the UK Border Agency,’ said Mercy.
    â€˜Bit early for that.’
    â€˜I’ve got a contact,’ she said, holding up a business card. ‘We were on a course together.’
    â€˜Still too early on a Sunday morning.’
    â€˜What’s the earliest we can go round to Karen’s?’
    â€˜Nine o’clock.’
    â€˜How about eight, given that it’s an emergency? Karen’s mum would understand. She’d be horrified if we left it till nine.’
    â€˜You might find Karen’s none too sensible.’
    â€˜What did Roy have to say?’
    â€˜That he’d be on to all the street organisations first thing.’
    â€˜But what did he say that made you go all quiet?’
    Boxer told her about successful runaways needing help.
    She turned back to the computer, carried on inputting data into the newly opened Amy file. Everything she could think of.
    â€˜She’s going to make a mistake. She’s going to have to make contact somewhere,’ said Mercy. ‘I know you’re thinking about your father here, but that was different. He was wanted for questioning about a murder. One mistake and he’d have been in jug.’
    â€˜Only if he’d done it,’ said Boxer, surprised to find himself defending the man who’d abandoned him thirty-three years ago.
    â€˜Come on, Charlie, get real.’
    â€˜That look you gave me last night,’ said Boxer, ‘when they asked you for Amy’s DNA . . . what was all that about?’
    â€˜Nothing.’
    â€˜It wasn’t nothing.’
    â€˜Just, you know, that they asked for it. Takes it to another level.’
    He didn’t believe her. Thought she was hiding something. Dropped it.
    They went to work again for an hour, thrashing out everything they could think of, every conceivable contact, even down to the twenty-two-year-old boyfriend Amy had developed when she was a fifteen-year-old on a family holiday in Spain. How would they get in touch with him? Boxer went to the kitchen, made coffee, called Isabel.
    â€˜How’s it’s going?’ said Isabel.
    He read her the full text of the note, told her the extent of Amy’s clearout and the lack of police interest.
    â€˜And how’s Mercy taking it?’
    â€˜She’s galvanised. I persuaded her to take a sleeping pill last night, but she was up at six, dying to get on with it. She’s taken Amy’s note as a professional challenge.’
    â€˜Mercy’s going to be doubly hurt—you know that,’ said Isabel. ‘You’re still the only man in her life. She hasn’t got over you. Your attention is focused elsewhere and now the only other big emotional figure in her life has rejected her. She’s going to be fragile.’
    â€˜I know,’ said Boxer. ‘I’m staying here with her. We’re going to have to track Amy down and, at the very least, make sure she’s all right even if we can’t persuade her to come home. I’m sorry.’
    â€˜Don’t be sorry. You have to do this,’ said Isabel. ‘After Alyshia’s kidnap I know what you’re going through. At least Amy’s not in the hands of others. She’s organised and in no immediate danger.’
    â€˜That’s what
Amy
thinks. She’s got undented self-belief so she thinks she knows what she’s doing and has faith in the people helping her do it,