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‘Stop asking me to be patient. How can I be patient? My son is missing and if they can’t be<br />
bothered to come down here I’m going to go to them. What’s more important than a piece of new<br />
evidence that they don’t know about? How is it that I can get the immediate attention of any journalist<br />
in the country but not of a single officer investigating my son’s case? Should I take this to the press?<br />
Should I?’<br />
I was waving the book at her, brandishing it in her face.<br />
‘Please don’t raise your voice, Ms Jenner.’<br />
‘I will raise my voice if I fucking well feel like it. I will raise my voice until SOMEBODY<br />
COMES DOWN AND LOOKS AT THIS BOOK!’ I slammed it down on the desk in front of her.<br />
‘THEY NEED TO KNOW ABOUT THIS BECAUSE I WANT MY SON BACK. I WANT BEN AND<br />
IF YOU DON’T WANT ME HERE THEN YOU CAN FUCKING WELL ARREST ME.’<br />
She was no pushover, the receptionist. She spoke to me in a voice that was steel-reinforced. ‘If you<br />
take a seat, I shall phone the incident room once more. If you continue to make a scene I shall ask one<br />
of my colleagues to escort you from the building.’<br />
Up close to the desk, I saw that her handbag was tucked into a corner behind her desk. It had a<br />
newspaper folded on it, and I realised that even here, in this environment, I was probably being<br />
judged through the filter of what was written about me; that the receptionist was seeing, in front of her<br />
own eyes, the Rachel Jenner from the press conference.<br />
John was at my side, and he coaxed me away then, back to the sofa, and I stared at the few people<br />
coming and going through the foyer in front of us with an empty gaze that made many of them take a<br />
second look at me.<br />
Within minutes, a man stood in front of us.<br />
‘DI Bennett,’ he said, sticking a hand out to John first, and then to me. His handshake was painfully<br />
strong, and I didn’t recognise him. ‘Is this it then?’<br />
John stood up and handed him the book and DI Bennett’s big hand seemed to dwarf it. He had a<br />
neck that sat in rolls on his collar, narrow wide-set eyes, and the shiny crown of his head took on the<br />
glow of the ceiling lights.<br />
‘Right,’ he said. ‘Do you want to show me what’s worrying you?’<br />
I showed him the pages that haunted me, and he pored over them, brow hunched.<br />
‘I see what you mean,’ he said, and then, ‘He’s a good artist your lad, isn’t he?’<br />
‘Will you show it to DI Clemo, or DCI Fraser?’<br />
‘Of course I will. I’ll do that right away.’<br />
‘Should we stay, in case you have questions?’<br />
‘Honestly, the best place for you right now is at home. We know where to find you, and we’ll be in<br />
touch with any questions or any information we have, I promise you. And if you phone us with any<br />
concerns, at any point, we will always send somebody to talk to you at home about it, there’s no need<br />
for you to come here.’<br />
‘I tried to phone DC Zhang,’ I said.<br />
‘Ah well, she’s a bit busy in a meeting right now.’<br />
‘We wanted to get it to you quickly.’<br />
‘We appreciate that, Ms Jenner, we really do, and we’ll deal with it immediately. I’m going to<br />
personally hand-deliver this to DCI Fraser as soon as I leave you.’<br />
‘Thank you,’ John said.<br />
Bennett tucked the book under his arm. ‘I suggest you both go home and get some rest now. The<br />
more you rest, the better you’ll cope. Thank you for bringing it in.’