Buying the Virgin

MICHAEL

Will says, “Charlotte’s father, Frank Conners, was murdered, either by, or at the instruction of, Lawrence Klempner.”

There is stunned silence, then, “Is it known why?” asks James. “He was involved with their trafficking trade?”

“We don’t know the motive. Perhaps that was it. What is also unknown, as yet, is how Charlotte herself, or as she then was, Jennifer Conners, came to be in Blessingmoors at all….”

“That file you had on her, said she was placed there as a ward of the court; that her mother was unfit….” I point out.

“Yes, that’s so.” agrees Will. “However, here we have a discrepancy because what has also emerged, is that Michelle Conners was not, in fact, deemed unfit as a carer, as the mother of a young baby. When we cross-referenced to the court records, there is nothing there to support the content of the Blessingmoors file….”

I am about to interrupt again, but Will raises a finger, silencing me. “And, what we now know is that in fact, Michelle Conners was, at that time, given a new identity for her own protection. Her child should have been with her at that point.”

“So, Charlotte’s mother is alive? She has a family?” demands James.

“We don’t know. We can’t find her. We have had officers visit her last known address, but that is from over twenty years ago. She’s dropped off our radar.”

He is about to say more when his phone rings. He glances at the scene. “Excuse me a moment. I need to take this call.”

He listens in silence then, “Yes? Good… and… Yes? I’m on my way.” He taps off the mobile. “The attacker they dragged from the building has woken up. He wants to plea-bargain. He’s ready to talk.”

“Does he know where Beth and Charlotte have been taken?”

“I’ll let you know as soon as I do.”

*****

Ill at ease, barely speaking, we wait. And we wait.

James paces the room. Richard sits, drumming the tabletop with his fingers. I fight down the nausea that rises every time I think about what Will has told us.

Charlotte is in the

“Yes?” He covers the set for a moment. “It’s Will. Yes? Yes…. What!” He jots something down. “We’re on our way. How long before you can get there? Is that

off. “Come on. We’re going. We know where they were taken, and it’s not far away. Can you believe it? We’re almost on top of them. It’s

*****

CHARLOTTE

sitting and resting, and standing and walking about. When my

her with me again? I’m not sure. How can I judge, when I have no

a click of keys and the door opens, and a man brandishing a gun enters, followed by Klempner. He smiles brightly

date on the news. My colleague, Mr Corby, will be arriving in due

first one foot between her

instead. The pair of you look enough alike that

waits, enjoying her fear. “Ever done that? Had a man at every

down her

Get some pay-off eh? Before I let the others at

What have ever

He shows his teeth….

Is that a smile?

follows. The door closes behind

is locked. The two small windows barred. The only way out of this room is to be taken

but I

have we got? Before Corby

on the door. “Hey, I need

a minute or so, and the sound of a struggle with lock and bolts, the door bangs open again, and one of Klempner’s hoods sticks his head in the room. “You

I’m nervous. Please, I’ve gotta use the

on me, points me out of the room into a hallway, and at the next door. “In there.

next, I get a quick glance around the hall; several doorways lead off, and one of them looks like

would not be nearly large enough for me to squeeze out. Trying my luck anyway, I stand on the WC seat to open it, peering