Cold as Ice

Chapter 49

‘Come in. Lovely to see you.’

Ebony stepped into the hallway and then she stopped to listen to the music that was playing from inside the house somewhere. ‘Ah, the Nutcracker Suite – as I said, the only piece of classical music I know.’

Yan closed the door behind her.

Ebony stopped and turned to look at Yan properly; when he had first opened the door she’d been embarrassed like a schoolgirl; she’d blushed and turned away and covered up her embarrassment and excitement by talking about the music, but then she looked back at Yan’s face. She looked at his glasses. They were round, with thick black frames. She knew where she’d seen ones like that before: when she babysat for Jeanie’s little girl Christa; when they watched children’s television together. They were the ones Daddy Pig wore.

In the darkness she made out his smile. She looked back to the door; her body started to run. She saw only white in front of her eyes and felt the crack of pain to the side of her head before she sank in slow motion, in a dream, to her knees and into unconsciousness. In a dream she felt herself pressed against a wall, hands undress her. She felt pain.

Robbo looked at his screen. His breathing began to come shallow and fast. He couldn’t take in enough oxygen. He pulled himself up straight and breathed in deeply through his nose but it wasn’t reaching his lungs. He felt his lungs deflate with every breath. He heard them collapse.

Ebony’s camera had entered a blackout zone. He tried resetting the connections. Her GPS had lost its signal.

He looked across at Jeanie, who was at another desk checking the information about the cases in Australia. He couldn’t breathe; he was about to enter into a panic attack. He wanted to scream with the fear of it. He wanted to run from the room but he was too scared to move. His eyes stayed on the screen. There was a photo from Yan’s Facebook. It was Yan on a sunny beach in Australia looking like every other gap year kid – around his neck was a chain.

‘You all right, Robbo?’ Jeanie looked up.

He shook his head. He stood up and then sat back down and tapped again on his keyboard. His lungs were wheezing. His face was scarlet. His peripheral vision was gone; now he was running down an ever-narrowing tunnel. But somewhere behind him something was pulling him backwards. It was holding him fast in the real world where he was needed.

‘Ebony’s in trouble, Jeanie. Her signal’s gone. Something’s wrong. Tell Carter.’

Ebony was dreaming of pain, of someone hitting her head with a hammer. She felt her body being jolted, felt it turning around in the air. All the time she heard laughter and then silence, darkness. Her hands shot upwards instinctively before she realized they were tied together at the wrist; they banged against a solid surface just a few inches above her. She passed out.

Carter looked up as the door opened and Jeanie entered. He could see by her face that something was very wrong.

‘Detective Inspector Dan Carter leaving the room.’ Carter signed himself off and left Christian with his lawyer whilst he stepped outside with Jeanie.

‘It’s Ebony. Her camera’s not working and neither is her phone. GPS signal is lost,’ said Jeanie.

‘Where was she headed?’

‘The last thing we know is that she was going to see Yan and meet some other members of the group after Goddard was brought in. Robbo says there’s a photo of Yan on Facebook wearing the chain from Emily Styles’ body.’

‘Have you got a phone number for him, or an address?’

‘We have a phone number but it’s dead and it’s not registered, it’s a pay-as-you-go phone. We’ve tried college records and council tax, utilities. Either the address isn’t the right one or the name of the person is wrong. The college have several addresses for him but his wages are paid in through a bank account that is proving impossible to trace. He seems to have covered all the angles. We need an address from Christian.’

Carter stepped back inside the interview room and sat back down across from Christian.

‘What do you know about Yan Stevenson?’

‘I’ve known him for a few years. I first met him in Australia when I was travelling. He was living out there.’

‘We need to find him. Do you know where he lives?’

Christian Goddard shook his head.

‘I helped him get some animals – spiders, snakes – he wanted once but he was insistent that I never came to his house with them. He collected them from me.’