99 Red Balloons. Elisabeth Carpenter

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СКАЧАТЬ eyes dart to Jamie. ‘Language, Mother!’

      He rolls his eyes at me. ‘Mum, I’m thirteen, I’m hardly a child.’

      In ordinary circumstances I would have laughed, teased him.

      ‘What’s going on?’ Emma stands at the doorway. Her brown hair is all over the place, her dressing gown is undone and her nightshirt buttons are done up wrong. She barely slept last night, but it looks like she hasn’t had any sleep today either.

      Mum flips down the lid of the computer.

      ‘Nothing, love. How are you feeling?’

      ‘I’m not.’

      Nadia comes back inside – the breeze travels through to the kitchen as she closes the front door. She goes out whenever she gets a phone call about the case – probably because we’d listen in and second-guess the news from her responses.

      Emma’s hands are shaking. Mum stands and puts her arms around her. It’s hard to read Nadia’s expression – her demeanour has been measured and constant since she came to the house.

      ‘Well?’ says Mum.

      ‘We’ve had no sightings of Grace, but …’

      Emma bends over, as though she’s been kicked in the stomach.

      ‘I … I … thought you’d found her then … I thought you were about to say …’

      Mum guides her to the other side of the table, pulls out a chair, and sits her gently down as though she were made of glass. She stands behind her and smooths down her hair. Why can’t she just leave her alone? Emma raises her head and meets Nadia’s gaze. My sister’s jaw sets and she narrows her eyes.

      ‘What is it? What have you found out?’

      ‘We’ve had a big response to the appeal – a lot of people offering sympathy, many saying they’ve never trusted their neighbour—’

      I clear my throat loudly. Why is she saying all of this – how long has she been doing this job?

      ‘Anyway, there are some pieces of information we are following up—’

      ‘But what if someone’s taken her out of the country?’ I say. ‘What then? How will you find her?’

      ‘We alerted all ports – air and ferry – as soon as we knew of Grace’s disappearance. But that’s not what I wanted to tell you. We have an image from the CCTV camera outside the newsagent’s on Monday, which shows a man and what appears to be a young boy. We’re about to release the image to the press, but we wanted to show you first.’

      She reaches into her rucksack and pulls out an iPad. She swipes it and places it on the kitchen table.

      ‘Do you recognise either of these people?’

      I lean over, as do Mum and Emma; our heads touch as we look at the screen.

      ‘It’s really blurry,’ I say. ‘You’d think they’d have better quality images these days.’

      Mum gives me one of her glances and sighs. I can’t say anything right.

      ‘It is rather fuzzy,’ she says, after a minute. ‘How are we meant to tell by looking at their backs? They could be anyone.’

      ‘Do you recognise any items of clothing on the child?’

      ‘But it’s a boy,’ says Mum, rubbing her temples.

      Emma looks up at Nadia.

      ‘Do you think this child might be Grace?’

      ‘We’re not sure yet,’ says Nadia, always talking in the collective, as though she has no opinion of her own.

      Emma picks up the iPad.

      ‘But I can’t see the legs. This child has trousers on. And that coat – it’s too big. Grace’s only little, she doesn’t eat much, you see. I try to get her interested, but she’s not at all. The most food she’ll eat is at breakfast. She’d rather listen to One Direction, or read books, or play on the console, or—’

      She drops the tablet onto the table. My chair flips over as I rush over to her and pull her head into my arms.

      ‘Oh, Steph. What am I going to do? I can’t do this. I’m not strong enough. If anything’s happened to her I won’t be able to go on. I can’t bear it.’

      I stroke her hair and whisper in her ear. ‘You are strong. You can do this. I’m here for you.’

      She wipes the tears from her face with the heels of her palms.

      ‘Where’s Matt?’ She pushes me aside as she gets up from the chair, and walks out of the kitchen.

      Mum and I are still scrutinising the CCTV image when Matt walks in.

      ‘Let me see,’ he says, swiping it from under our heads.

      Mum opens her mouth, but closes it again. Obviously she can bite her tongue when it’s someone else.

      Matt looks like shit. He slept in the same jeans and T-shirt he’s worn for days, bar the press conference. He only went to bed in the early hours of the morning after drinking the best part of two bottles of wine.

      ‘Can’t see a fucking thing,’ he says. ‘Haven’t you got a clearer picture?’

      I glance over at Jamie. Usually he smirks if an adult swears in front of him, but his lips are tight; he’s staring at the table. I don’t think he’s heard Matt swear before.

      ‘I’m sorry,’ says Nadia. ‘We don’t.’

      Matt rubs his eyes with one hand, and looks again.

      ‘Jesus, it could be anybody. Do you think this bloke has dressed Grace up like this? Have you got any more pictures of them? Surely this can’t be the only one of these two from the cameras in town.’

      ‘We’re working on it.’

      ‘Are we?’ he snaps. ‘Well this is no bloody use to me.’ He throws the iPad onto the table. ‘Get back to me when you’ve got more than this shit.’

      I sit down next to Jamie at the table.

      ‘You okay, love?’

      He nods. ‘Do you think …?’

      ‘What?’ I say, but he’s looking down at the floor. ‘What’s wrong?’

      ‘I know it’s Friday tomorrow, but do you think it would be okay if I went back to school?’

      I’ve been selfish keeping him here – making sure I can see him, so I know where he is. I should’ve realised that being here would be uncomfortable for him. His dad texted last night saying Jamie could stay there, which might not be a bad idea – if Neil didn’t СКАЧАТЬ