‘I thought, I really thought someone … Well, if you hear anything, anything at all, please, please call me. I’m desperate for any kind of news.’ He replaced the receiver in its cradle. He had decided, when he got up that morning, that he would call the police first thing. He would ask whether the news conference that he and his daughter had done yesterday had produced any useful tip offs. The officer he’d just spoken to was not the one in charge of the investigation, but he claimed to know what was happening. There had been only about half a dozen calls to the special hotline that the police had set up. None of them had been considered useful. Garfield decided to make himself some tea, thinking it would help calm him. He hadn’t slept more than a few minutes overnight. He was trying to work out just how much sleep he’d had since Thursday, when this had all started. It was no more than five, six hours maybe. Melissa had probably had a little more than that, if only because the pregnancy made her so tired.
