As her eyes skimmed across the photographs, Mandy went back to one in particular. Richard and Chloe were still children, probably aged around ten, and were on oversized bikes outside a cottage surrounded by rolling green hills and woodland.
Suddenly Mandy felt like someone had woken her with a slap across the face.
‘I know where my baby is!’ she said out loud, and stared Lorraine in the eye. ‘I know where to find him.’
Chapter 92
CHRISTOPHER
Christopher suddenly awoke to the sensation of cold liquid being poured over his head.
He opened his eyes, but everything had a misty haze and he couldn’t make out where he was. The left side of his body ached where the taser gun’s darts had made contact and his whole body stung like he’d fallen onto a bed of nettles. He wasn’t sure if it was the force of his head colliding with the floor that had rendered him unconscious or the 50,000 volts that’d travelled through his body.
As he came to, he was engulfed by a wave of nausea and retched several times before spewing bile down the front of his jumper. He turned his head and spat a foul-tasting mouthful to his side. Blurry images flashed from a television attached to the wall with what sounded like newsreaders recapping the day’s headlines. His eyes finally focused and rested on the familiar figure standing before him, and he recalled what had happened moments before he blacked out. Amy had put a stop to the death of Number Thirty and a halt to his project.
Amy had been here. Which meant that she knew everything.
He looked down towards his wrists and saw two tightly bound ropes securing them to the chair’s arms.He was still in Number Thirty’s kitchen. A pair of handcuffs tightly pinched his ankles.
It was then that he noticed that Amy was still there. He stared at her trainers wrapped in blue plastic bags, moments away from him, then lifted his gaze to her dark jeans and black sweatshirt, then to her face, the balaclava pulled back to her hairline. It looked like a sweatband and in any other situation he would have thought she was preparing to go out for a run. He couldn’t read her expression, but it wasn’t difficult to assume it was not favourable. His pulse quickened.
‘Where’s Number Thirty?’ he asked.
‘Is that what you do? Give them numbers? They have names, you know. They arepeople.’
‘Theywerepeople,’ Christopher corrected and gave a long, sigh-strewn pause. ‘Where is she?’
A look he recognised as shame briefly passed across Amy’s face. ‘She’s in the bedroom. When she answered the door, I pushed my way in, overpowered her and tied her up. Then I locked her in her room and turned her stereo up so she wouldn’t hear us.’
The corners of Christopher’s mouth rose slightly before suppressing what would’ve under ordinary circumstances formulated a smile.
‘Don’t look at me like that, I’m not proud of scaring that poor girl to death. This is something that will stay with her for the rest of her life and, thanks to you, I’m to blame for it.’
‘But you did it all the same. We could’ve made a good team.’
‘It’s better to put her through this than do nothing and have you kill her.’
Christopher shrugged.
‘If I thought you were capable of feeling anything I’d say that it’s disappointment you are trying to hide.’
‘I canfeel. I feel things for you.’
Amy let out a forced laugh. ‘No you don’t! You played the part – I’ll give you credit for that, and you played it well – but I was always just a pawn in your sick little game.’
‘Is that what you really think?’
‘What am I supposed to think? My boyfriend is a fucking serial killer! How could you, Chris? How could you?’
‘You are so much more than a pawn.’
‘If that were true, then why didn’t you make an excuse to leave as soon I told you I was a police officer? Why didn’t you just let me go about my life if you cared that much? I was just an extra challenge for you, to see if you could get away with doing this while dating someone in the police.’ She was fighting to hold back tears.
‘That might have been the case at first, but then things changed.’
‘How was this ever going to end? Or wasn’t it? Were you just going to keep killing?’
‘The girl in the other room, she was the last. Or at least she was supposed to be.’
