‘Satisfied,’ Hutchinson replied. ‘I won’t be followed home tonight, Chief Inspector. I can tell you categorically that poor little Olivia Gates, Zena as you called her, died from asphyxiation. She suffocated.’
‘She ran out of oxygen in the boot?’
‘No. That wasn’t airtight; I satisfied myself of that at the scene. The makeshift lining did its job too. She had no bumps, no bruises, no abrasions; she must have been placed carefully into her container.’
Pye nodded. ‘I’d worked that out. The intention was to abduct her, not to kill her.’
‘Exactly.’
‘So what went wrong?’
‘The child was asthmatic. I found dust from the foam rubber in her airways. Undoubtedly that triggered a severe attack from which she died.’
‘Alone in the dark,’ the DCI whispered.
‘Alone in the dark,’ the professor repeated. ‘I’d very much like to meet the chap who put her in there,’ he remarked, in a matter-of-fact tone. ‘Preferably on the table in the next room.’
‘I wish I could arrange that,’ Pye said, ‘but the best we’ll be able to do is lock him up. When we do, I can’t guarantee that the custody staff won’t gob in his coffee, but that’s as far as we can go. Thanks, Prof. I’ll need to do some thinking about this.’
‘Surely it’ll be straightforward when you find him?’
‘Not necessarily. We know where the child was abducted, but we still have to place our suspect at the scene. We know that he was driving the car when Zena was found, but we need to prove to a jury that he put her in there.’
‘In that case, we have something that might help you. When Roshan undressed the child, he found inside her jacket a doll, a soft toy of Makka Pakka, a character from a TV series called In the Night Garden. I know this,’ he added, ‘because my granddaughter watched it when she was a toddler.’
‘So? It could have been her favourite. She might have taken it to school with her.’
‘My granddaughter had outgrown the Night Garden by the time she was three years old,’ the professor observed. ‘Maybe Olivia hadn’t, but my immediate assumption was that her abductor had given it to her in an attempt to keep her quiet. The doll is new, Sammy, brand new, so new that Makka Pakka has a price sticker on his bum, from Poundstretcher.’
Pye’s eyes gleamed as he peeled off his sterile paper cap. ‘And there’s one of those in North Berwick,’ he exclaimed. ‘Dino, we may have pinned you down.’
Seventeen
To an extent, Mario McGuire’s day had recovered from its appalling beginning. The distractions of the job had kept her at bay, but whenever he allowed his mind to drift, the awful vision of the little girl’s reproving dead eyes crept back in.
The visit to Hawick had been a success. The district commander and his staff had been on the ball, and the CID unit had shown him that they were well suited to the needs of their rural community, which were very different from those of the city in which he had spent most of his career.
Bob Skinner’s unusual request had been dealt with successfully, although he was concerned by the hostility of the new chief constable towards the man who had made them both. As he took a long bend, heading north on the narrow Borders road, he smiled as he thought of his last conversation with his former boss and of the way he had seemed able to read Andy Martin’s slightly paranoid thoughts. He would enjoy conveying Skinner’s trenchant opinion of the Scottish Police Authority, and his derision at the notion that he might ever be persuaded to chair it.
And then the road straightened out, the country music track on his iPod faded, to be replaced by the haunting title music from the TV series The Bridge, and in an instant the little girl was back.
‘Call DCI Pye,’ he said in a loud, steady tone, and his car’s voice-activated phone system obeyed. The dialling tone rang out five times before the call was answered.
‘Sir, what can I do for you?’
‘The wee lass,’ McGuire replied. ‘Progress?’
‘She’s been identified as Olivia Regal Gates,’ Pye replied, ‘known as Zena. Abducted from a quiet road just outside Garvald, on her way to school with her mother, Grete Regal. She was attacked at the scene, and rushed to Accident and Emergency with massive head injuries. We have a prime suspect; all we need to do now is find him.’