closer to her while the doctor, with the help of the nurse gave Lucy an injection.
“Don’t worry about your children, Lucy,” the policewoman said quietly. “We have already collected them from school and your mother is looking after them. They are perfectly safe, believe me. Now you need to calm down and tell me what happened.”
Lucy stared open-mouthed at the policewoman, shaking her head. “I can’t. I can’t help you; he’ll come back and kill my children. Please don’t ask me any more questions.”
She was shaking uncontrollably in obvious terror, but at the same time slowly calming as the sedative they gave her took control. Within minutes she just lay there staring up at the ceiling. The policewoman knew they’d get nothing out of her at this time. Whoever had done this to her had instilled absolute terror in her mind for the continued safety of her children, this mother would tell them nothing.
Janssen hadn’t gone directly to London to find Grant. He’d climbed into his hired car and drove round to Susan’s home. The street was deserted, the children had gone to school, people were at work, leaving the odd housewife or pensioner at home. However, Janssen knew that Susan’s father was at home. He knew this because the old car he drove was still in the drive. He was made redundant an while ago and not due to go down to the post office until later to cash his giro and collect his unemployment money, then he’d go directly to the pub. Janssen didn’t go to the front door, he walked round the side, elbowed the window of the back door in and put his hand inside, turning the lock.
Once inside he stopped and listened. The house was quiet. Making his way upstairs he pushed open the main bedroom door. A man was still sleeping; the room stank of stale beer. Taking out a gun from his pocket he carefully screwed on the silencer. He walked over to the man, placed a pillow over his head and fired twice. The body shook and contorted for a minute or so then fell still. Carefully unscrewing the silencer, it was then when he heard a noise. Someone else was in the house. Janssen moved swiftly to the door and looked down the short landing. A woman was shuffling along carrying a night potty to the bathroom, at the end of the landing. Janssen knew from the document Saeed had given him that this was the grandma, completely gone in her mind, with very few lucid moments. He took the silencer out once more, screwed it back on and walked towards the bathroom. As he pushed open the door she was bent over the toilet emptying the night potty. Janssen raised the gun and fired twice. The old woman just fell forward onto the toilet. She’d not uttered a word. He walked over and shot her once more in the head then left the bathroom.
Leaving the house, he climbed into his car, took one last look round the deserted road, started the engine and headed off towards London.
CHAPTER 7
It was two days after Karen arrived in Cyprus that she walked out of the debriefing sessions. Karen’s parents and her sister were already staying in a hotel on the island, but on the first day she was in Cyprus they were not allowed to see her until the evening. This was because Karen had been scheduled to attend preliminary interviews, counselling and medical checks. The following day, for Karen, was much the same as the previous day and again the family returned to spend the evening with her. Tonight though, unlike the night before when they just visited they joined her for dinner in the camp Social Club.
“So when can you go home?” her mother asked. “We’re getting a little fed up of being fobbed off all the time.”
“God knows. I’m stuck in a small room with a guy called James. Some sort of psychology nerd. All he does is ask stupid questions, going over and over the same thing. I’m not sure if he really believes I’ve been abducted, he’s more interested in making me agree to his thoughts, rather than what happened to
“Don’t worry about your children, Lucy,” the policewoman said quietly. “We have already collected them from school and your mother is looking after them. They are perfectly safe, believe me. Now you need to calm down and tell me what happened.”
Lucy stared open-mouthed at the policewoman, shaking her head. “I can’t. I can’t help you; he’ll come back and kill my children. Please don’t ask me any more questions.”
She was shaking uncontrollably in obvious terror, but at the same time slowly calming as the sedative they gave her took control. Within minutes she just lay there staring up at the ceiling. The policewoman knew they’d get nothing out of her at this time. Whoever had done this to her had instilled absolute terror in her mind for the continued safety of her children, this mother would tell them nothing.
Janssen hadn’t gone directly to London to find Grant. He’d climbed into his hired car and drove round to Susan’s home. The street was deserted, the children had gone to school, people were at work, leaving the odd housewife or pensioner at home. However, Janssen knew that Susan’s father was at home. He knew this because the old car he drove was still in the drive. He was made redundant an while ago and not due to go down to the post office until later to cash his giro and collect his unemployment money, then he’d go directly to the pub. Janssen didn’t go to the front door, he walked round the side, elbowed the window of the back door in and put his hand inside, turning the lock.
Once inside he stopped and listened. The house was quiet. Making his way upstairs he pushed open the main bedroom door. A man was still sleeping; the room stank of stale beer. Taking out a gun from his pocket he carefully screwed on the silencer. He walked over to the man, placed a pillow over his head and fired twice. The body shook and contorted for a minute or so then fell still. Carefully unscrewing the silencer, it was then when he heard a noise. Someone else was in the house. Janssen moved swiftly to the door and looked down the short landing. A woman was shuffling along carrying a night potty to the bathroom, at the end of the landing. Janssen knew from the document Saeed had given him that this was the grandma, completely gone in her mind, with very few lucid moments. He took the silencer out once more, screwed it back on and walked towards the bathroom. As he pushed open the door she was bent over the toilet emptying the night potty. Janssen raised the gun and fired twice. The old woman just fell forward onto the toilet. She’d not uttered a word. He walked over and shot her once more in the head then left the bathroom.
Leaving the house, he climbed into his car, took one last look round the deserted road, started the engine and headed off towards London.
CHAPTER 7
It was two days after Karen arrived in Cyprus that she walked out of the debriefing sessions. Karen’s parents and her sister were already staying in a hotel on the island, but on the first day she was in Cyprus they were not allowed to see her until the evening. This was because Karen had been scheduled to attend preliminary interviews, counselling and medical checks. The following day, for Karen, was much the same as the previous day and again the family returned to spend the evening with her. Tonight though, unlike the night before when they just visited they joined her for dinner in the camp Social Club.
“So when can you go home?” her mother asked. “We’re getting a little fed up of being fobbed off all the time.”
“God knows. I’m stuck in a small room with a guy called James. Some sort of psychology nerd. All he does is ask stupid questions, going over and over the same thing. I’m not sure if he really believes I’ve been abducted, he’s more interested in making me agree to his thoughts, rather than what happened to
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