by Mark Sennen
In the front Enders was driving like a maniac and Calter sat beside him, eyes glued to the road, hands gripping the seat. The car ripped through the deep puddles that were everywhere, the spray blinding their vision forward until the wipers cleared the windscreen. Fast, too fast, Savage thought, but she had too many other things on her mind to worry about that, and the queasy sensation in her stomach had nothing to do with the style of Enders’s driving.
Another village went by in a flash of twee cottages and parked cars and then they slid sideways across the road leaving tyre marks and flattening a ‘Keep Off the Grass’ sign on a neat corner as Enders swerved to avoid a man on a bike. Savage muttered a ‘steady’ from the back of the car, but otherwise left him to it. She wanted to get to their destination as quickly as he did.
‘We are here!’ Calter jabbed her finger at the Sat Nav and pointed ahead. ‘Into the wood.’
A forestry track curled up away from the road and disappeared behind a cluster of pine. The muddy track had deep ruts and a 4x4 would have been more suited to the task than the Ford Focus they were in.
‘Do you think we can manage it?’ Savage asked Enders.
‘Of course we can, ma’am.’ Enders seemed offended, as if Savage’s question was a personal affront to his driving ability.
They left the road and headed up the track, the car yawing to the side for a moment before Enders turned into the skid and they lurched onward. They crested a rise and headed down into a small valley, soon leaving the wood behind and bouncing along between stone walls behind which the occasional sheep could be seen nibbling at the poor pasture. Up ahead a little cottage sat on the far side of the valley, nestled under a vast conifer plantation.
‘Shit!’ Enders brought the car to a halt.
In front of them the track forded a fast-flowing stream, bank full thanks to the rain. The depth was hard to estimate, but Savage thought it could be anything up to a couple of feet.
‘We ain’t going through the water, ma’am. Too deep for us, I am afraid.’
Savage could see the cottage standing about half a mile away, no problem to walk to, but they would get wet crossing the stream.
‘Calter and I will go on. You reverse the car back until you can find a place where you won’t block the track. The others will be here by then, but if not come after us.’
‘I’m not sure I like this, ma’am.’ Enders hesitated. ‘I mean-’
‘You mean we’re both women?’ Savage glared at him. ‘I am aware of that. I am also aware Jane could have you for breakfast and still eat three Shredded Wheat afterwards.’
Enders looked sheepish, but said nothing.
Savage and Calter got out of the car and tried to find a shallow place to cross the stream, Calter peering down at her already mud splattered shoes.
‘I’m glad I am not wearing one of my many pairs of Jimmy Choos today.’
Savage took a double take at Calter before she realised she was joking.
They waded across the shallowest part of the stream, the freezing water coming up to knee height. Across the ford the mud was even worse and Savage realised they must look a right pair of clowns slipping and sliding towards the cottage. She wondered if anybody was watching them.
Enders had reversed out of sight and Savage thought he’d need to go all the way back to the edge of the valley where she had seen a gateway.
To one side of the cottage a large and newish looking black Shogun stood under a dilapidated car port, the modern shape of the vehicle out of place against the cottage’s lumpy walls and rotting window sills.
‘Forester’s car, ma’am,’ Calter said. ‘And look at those tyres. Call me a trainspotter type but I bet they are Bridgestone D689s, size 265/70S15. The same as the ones in the field at Malstead Down.’
‘Do you have a life, Jane?’
‘Yes, but I spent half a day phoning tyre fitters so the type is stuck in my brain forever now.’
The cottage itself appeared neglected. Savage followed the mass of ivy on one gable end upward to where the dark green leaves spilled out onto the roof. Several tiles were missing and the chimney stack crumbled over at an alarming angle.
They approached the front door, a low portal with a huge stone as its lintel. The door itself was wooden and white paint flaked off revealing the dark oak behind. There was no doorbell or knocker so Savage rapped with her knuckles.
Seconds later came the sound of movement from within and they heard a bolt being drawn top and bottom. Following that a screeching and clanking which grated Savage’s teeth before the door opened a crack, a safety chain stopping it from going farther.
‘Yes?’
A male voice and in the gap a pale face with jet black hair.
‘Detective Inspector Charlotte Savage and Detective Constable Jane Calter. May we have a word please, sir?’
The door closed and the chain rattled off, before swinging wide and revealing a man dressed in a grubby blue boiler suit which he appeared to be wearing over a shirt and tie.
‘Matthew?’
‘Yes, yes, yes. Of course. I recognise you from the other day. What do you want?’
‘We would like to ask you some questions. Perhaps we could come inside?’
Harrison’s mouth dropped open. He clasped his hands together and then raised them to his forehead before sliding them backwards over lank hair the colour of waste oil. In contrast to his hair the skin on Harrison’s face was pale, almost translucent, resembling quartz in the way it shone. In sunken sockets his eyes appeared devoid of any colouring, the white sclera merging into dark pupils with no iris. The pupils moved in circles as Harrison brought his hands down in front of him, wringing them over and over each other, the fingers dancing like spiders legs. On his neck a huge adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed and gulped. His breathing had quickened and his eyes brimmed with moisture.
‘Is this about the girls? Which one? Trinny or Lucy? Or both of them? Lord knows I have had some trouble with them. And Emma. Oh dear. Can’t live with them, can’t live without them. Isn’t that what they say?’
Savage and Calter looked at each other and the man’s eyes darted between the pair of them, his head twitching back and forth as if he had some sort of nervous affliction.
‘Please, Matthew.’ Savage gestured inside with her hand.
Harrison retreated into the house. Savage turned and she could see Enders at the ford now, inching his way across. She and Calter followed the man into the house.
Once inside he seemed a little less agitated and a sense of calm descended.
‘Oh yes. Yes, yes. The girls. Of course you have come about the girls. THE GIRLS!’ He stopped for a moment and made a sort of huffing, sighing noise and his voice dropped to a whisper. ‘I think I need to show you something. Here.’
Harrison opened a door straight ahead of them. Steps led downward into some sort of cellar. Harrison reached in and touched a switch. There was a flickering and then a hum before a fluorescent white bathed the area below.
‘Ma’am?’ Calter sounding nervous.
Savage peered through the door and then turned to Harrison. He looked at both of them in turn again.
‘Of course. How silly, how silly. Please follow me.’ Harrison moved downward.
Savage followed, taking care on the steps which were rough and uneven, almost as if they had been cut from the bedrock. To one side a couple of ropes acted as some kind of handrail, although Savage doubted if they would hold her weight if she grabbed them. Calter hesitated and glanced back through the doorway.
‘Enders, he’s on his way now,’ she said and started to descend as well.
Harrison stood at the bottom and he turned back towards Savage, his mouth opening into a smile and his tongue flicking a wad of spittle onto his lips. Suddenly he moved forward and grabbed one of the hand ropes, snatching it with a sharp tug. Behind Calter the door to the cellar slammed shut and at the same time Harrison made a dive for a switch on the wall and the lights went out.
Black. Pitch black. Savage’s heart thumping.
‘Stay where you are, Matthew.’
From below came a scuffling sound, something moving away from her, a metallic click that sounded like a door latch and then nothing.
‘Jane?’
‘Ma’am, I am here. Trying to find the bloody door handle.
Savage stayed still. Some distance away a chink of pale light shone out for a couple of seconds and then black again.
‘Shit, he’s out of here. Jane, for God’s sake hurry up.’
‘Got it, ma’am.’ There was a creak and a rectangle of light appeared above, Enders’s beaming face right in the middle.
‘Stop grinning you idiot,’ Savage said. ‘Make sure he doesn’t go off in the car. Calter, come with me.’
Savage found the switch at the bottom and turned the lights back on. Now she could see the ropes were not designed as a handrail, but rather they linked up to some sort of pulley mechanism that had allowed Harrison to close the door from the foot of the steps.
She looked around, amazed at the sheer size of the cellar. The space must have been the same dimensions as the cottage. Dotted everywhere brick supporting pillars held up RSJs and they appeared to be newish, like the cellar had been dug out and the pillars had been necessary to prevent the cottage above collapsing. A door in one wall stood ajar and must have been where Harrison had disappeared to. Savage walked over to investigate.
It seemed to be some sort of bathroom because tiles covered the floor. Savage reached in and searched for the light switch.
White. Bright white light, shiny white tiles not only on the floor but the walls too. Spotless.
Jesus!
What was that in the centre of the room? A chair? Or maybe a bed? Except the thing wasn’t full length. The monstrosity resembled something from a hospital. A reclining, adjustable bed with… leg stirrups.
Savage remembered the picture of Simone Ashton and a sickening feeling spread in her stomach. At the head end of the chair a set of padded restraints didn’t look like anything you would purchase in an Anne Summers shop, nor did the piece of leather with a rubber ball spliced into the middle of it. More like a dog toy or something.
‘Jane! Get in here!’
‘Ma’am?’
Savage jumped. Calter was right beside her. Savage nodded into the room and Calter peered past her, drawing breath at the sight of the bed.
‘Cosy.’
Savage pointed over to a steel wheeled table next to the bed. On a tray lay a weird metal device like a beak from a large seabird, about six inches long and with a sort of trigger grip at the bigger end. The stainless steel glinted under the harsh lights.
‘What the hell is that thing? A medieval torture device?’ Calter said.
‘A speculum.’
‘Ma’am, you know we shouldn’t be in here? Forensics.’
‘I want to follow Harrison.’ Savage pointed to the door on the other side of the room.
‘Ma’am, shouldn’t we wait for back up?’
‘What’s got into you, I thought you had a black belt in Jujitsu?’
‘I am giving it back. This just doesn’t feel right.’
‘Two words: Alice Nash.’
‘Bugger.’
Savage moved forward and reached the door. An inch open, a thin line of black revealing nothing about what lay on the other side. She pushed with her foot and the door swung wide. A humming filled the air now and some flickering neon lights glowed green, orange and red. Savage fumbled for a light switch.
The square room measured about four metres a side. Around the edge of the room several chest freezers stood against the walls and snake-like tails led from each to a jumble of adapters plugged into a socket on one wall. The freezers didn’t look like the sort you would have at home, they were bigger, more industrial, more clinical. One, two, three… six.
‘Bloody hell, ma’am,’ Calter whispered. ‘Are you thinking what I am thinking?’
‘I am thinking how many mispers we have who had connections to nurseries or were au pairs or childminders or babysitters.’
‘Exactly.’
Savage stepped over to the nearest of the freezers. A green neon light shone out from the handle. It was the locking type but the key was in the lock. She turned the key and the latch slid back. She grabbed the handle and heaved the lid up until it opened on the built-in springs. What the unit contained was unexpected and brought a gasp from Calter.
‘Ma’am, please tell me-’
‘No. It’s not.’
The freezer was filled with meat. Regular cuts of meat from the supermarket or a butcher. Savage had no idea what a human would be like cut up, but it wasn’t like this.
‘Look, half a lamb and a leg of beef. The beef has got a stamp on the side.’
Calter started to laugh her infectious giggle.
‘Thank God, I thought “Hannibal” for a moment.’
‘That’s a movie, Jane. This is Devon, cream teas and all that.’
‘Yeah? I hadn’t noticed.’
Savage brought the lid down and clicked the lock shut. The next freezer wasn’t switched on or locked. The lid swung up and a faint smell of disinfectant wafted out. The inside gleamed clean and bare.
‘Simone Ashton could have been in here. Or Kelly.’
‘Doesn’t bear thinking about, boss. Gives me claustrophobia just looking.’
The next freezer had a red light that was blinking on and off. Savage moved closer and realised the temperature alert had triggered.
‘Something is wrong with this one.’
‘Not sure I want you to open it, all things considered.’
Savage ignored Calter and twisted the latching handle. She swung the lid open until it popped up.
‘Fuck, ma’am! The Nash girl!’
Up one end a naked body lay curled in a foetal position. A strong smell of burned out electrics mingled with a more unpleasant odour of urine. Savage leant in and more out of procedure than hope she searched for a pulse.
She touched the girl’s neck and felt a tingle in the end of her finger, a faint throb, throb, throb. Almost undetectable, but there.
‘She’s alive!’
*
A little later and Alice saw light, a brilliant white luminescence surrounding her which could only come from heaven. She could feel herself floating on a wave of warm air even though her skin bristled with cold.
As cold as death.
Someone was coming for her, an angel calling her name as she floated down the corridor of light.
‘Alice. Alice. Alice.’
Her mother, her face smiling and radiant, her hair a flash of vermillion, just as it had looked before she had got ill. Arms scooped her up and embraced her and it was like when she had fallen over as a kid and mum had held her so tightly that she had known through the pain and the tears that everything would be alright.
Chapter 35
Netherston, South Hams, Devon. Tuesday 9th November. 12.30 pm
Savage heaved herself up and into the freezer, standing inside and bending down to scoop up the girl in her arms. The girl’s skin felt icy and there was no noticeable response as Savage struggled to lift her up over the lip of the freezer. Cradling Alice in her arms Savage bent her head to the girl’s face. A faint movement of air from the nostrils touched Savage’s cheek and she saw a tiny flicker from the eyelids.
‘Get upstairs and call for help!’ Savage said to Calter.
Calter was already on her way, sprinting through the door. Savage had an afterthought and yelled after her.
‘Make it an air ambulance!’
Seconds later she heard Enders clumping down the stairs and he came through the door and helped Savage with the girl. They carried her out into the main part of the cellar and up the stairs.
‘In here, ma’am!’
Calter was in the living room and had ripped some heavy velvet curtains down from the windows and was spreading them on some cushions on the
floor.
‘How long?’ Savage asked as they lay the girl down and covered her.
‘Flight time seven minutes. That was two minutes ago.’
‘Seven!’
‘Yes, we got lucky. The helicopter was already airborne on its way back to Exeter.’
Savage thought that Alice Nash deserved a bit of a break, but it would take more than luck to pull her through. Calter had done a good job with the curtains, but they weren’t going to warm the girl up. Savage looked around for inspiration and noticed a wooden wheel-backed chair on the other side of the room. A couple of leather belts criss-crossed through the dowelling on the chair’s back and behind it on the floor Savage spotted a fan heater. It was angled up to point at the chair.
She went over and pulled the heater out, moving it across the room as far as the cable would allow. Then she switched the unit on and turned the heat setting to the highest possible.
‘He would tie them to the chair and heat them up? Is that some sort of torture?’ Calter wasn’t getting it.
‘Defrost,’ Savage said. ‘He’d get them out of the freezer, give them a bath and stick them there to dry and thaw out fully. Then he’d have sex with them.’
A rush of air washed over the girl now and Calter pulled the curtains to one side to let the warmth reach the skin. Savage knelt and felt the girl’s pulse again. It was weak and her breath was very shallow.
‘Right now would be a good time for the helicopter,’ Savage said.
On cue they heard the distant thump, thump, thump of the approaching aircraft and Enders went outside to signal to the crew. Savage looked at Alice Nash again. The helicopter noise was much louder now and the windows started to vibrate and the ground beneath her feet shook. Calter was shouting something, but Savage couldn’t make out what she was saying. Nor could she make out whether Alice’s chest was rising and falling any more. She touched the girl’s neck and now she was sure.
‘Defib!’ She screamed at Calter and began to perform CPR on the girl, counting aloud as she did so. ‘One, two, three, four…’