Lee Weeks - Cold as Ice

‘Did Tracy invite her?’ asked Robbo.

‘No. Tracy was working. She told me how busy she was because of the Christmas rush,’ said Jeanie. ‘She could only meet Danielle because she was on a late shift that day.’

‘So for some reason Danielle decided to pay Tracy a visit, or just come and see where she lived maybe?’ Robbo moved the image on.

‘Wanting to see if Tracy’s house meant she had money?’

‘We know she tried to ring. She didn’t get through on Tracy’s phone. Tracy told us Steve said the home phone wasn’t working. Either she tried there and didn’t get through and decided to come and see Tracy or she got through to Steve and made an arrangement to come over.’

‘So she went there and either Steve saw her hanging about outside or he knew she was coming? He recognized her from the description that Tracy had given him? He saw Jackson?’

‘And what? He invited her in?’

‘Maybe.’

‘He was there because he hasn’t got a job any more, so he waits till Tracy leaves and then he returns home and lies low till she returns.’

‘But Danielle was still fine when she left there because she called in that afternoon for her lessons in college.’

‘Ring Tracy,’ said Robbo. ‘See if she remembers something.’

‘No, don’t,’ answered Carter. ‘Let’s bring Steve Collins in.’

Robbo nodded his agreement.

‘What about outside the college on the day Danielle disappeared?’ asked Jeanie. ‘Can we place him anywhere else?’

‘No. We didn’t see him there, but then we weren’t looking for him at the time.’

‘Run through the footage again while I ring Steve’s workplace.’ Robbo got through to Betty on reception. They listened to his one-sided conversation. He finished up and told them:

‘She says Steve Collins was suspended six months ago. He still has the keys to the warehouse and a set of keys to a works van.’

‘Why haven’t they got them off him?’ asked Carter.

‘It’s all a bit tricky, according to the new manager. It boils down to Collins’ word against the boss’s wife and she’s a slag, according to Betty. They’re frightened he’ll go for unfair dismissal so they’re taking their time. Everyone’s jumpy. Plus he has paid for storage facilities there and he’s entitled to use them.’

‘So shall we bring him in, Guv?’ Jeanie asked Carter.

‘No, change of plan. We’ll go talk to the new manager again and get hold of the keys for the van and the warehouse where Collins has stored stuff. We’ll get inside there and have a look around.’

‘Now?’ asked Robbo.

‘Yes. Now. Jeanie, can you come?’

Jeanie looked Carter.

‘Wouldn’t miss it.’

It was nearly five p.m. when Ebony started getting herself ready to go out.

She stood in front of the bathroom cabinet mirror above the basin and made a face at herself. She was tempted to say ‘tart’ to her reflection but didn’t. Why did she have such a problem with putting on make-up, creating another look for herself? Maybe because her mother had so many faces and only Ebony knew which one was real. It was the bi-polar condition in her mother that sent her high as a kite or down into the depths of despair. She was unable to take care of herself, let alone another. ‘You can go home and live with your mother’ had never been an easy thing for Ebony to hear. ‘She’s stable now. She’s taking her meds.’ Ebony had packed her bag in silence and her foster mother Mrs Bennet had come into the room and said, ‘It’ll be all right, Ebony. Things will be different this time.’ She had kept her eyes on the ground as she shut her heart once more and prepared to meet the mother no one else knew except her. Ebony looked in the mirror and she saw herself as an eight-year-old, make-up on her face. Her mother dancing round the room drunk on cheap red wine that turned her lips crimson red. Ebony watching from the corner of the mirror.

‘That’ll do,’ she said to herself as she turned away from the mirror and shuddered. Now they said her mother was ill and undergoing tests and they would be able to tell her more shortly. Ebony felt worried but she didn’t know what for. She knew she didn’t love her mother when the thought of her death made her feel nothing but relief.

Mike Holland, the new district manager at the storage company, was waiting for Jeanie and Carter with keys outside the office reception.

They took the keys from him and asked him to stay where he was.

‘Just to clarify,’ asked Carter. ‘The van that Stephen Collins has keys for… is it here in the car park now?’

He looked around. ‘Yes. It’s that one over there.’

‘Have you seen him here today?’

‘No. He comes here most days, stays for a while. I’m not usually here when he leaves. I think sometimes he stays most of the day in there. Don’t know what he does. I mean he’s entitled to come and sort out his stuff when ever he likes.’

‘Is it his lock-up? His stuff?’

‘Yes, he took it on when he first started working here. Him and his wife sold up and downsized in a hurry. He put the contents of their old house in here.’

‘Has it got a water supply? Electricity?’

‘Oh yes. It’s comfortable enough – I mean, you couldn’t live in there.’ He laughed. ‘I wouldn’t anyway.’

‘Thanks. We’ll drop the keys back to you once we’ve had a look. I’d be grateful if you didn’t allow anyone else to come into that area for now.’

Carter and Jeanie walked towards the compound behind the main office block. There were twelve large storage facilities units. The place was well lit to discourage thieves.

‘You and me out on surveillance duty together. Feels like old times, Jeanie.’ Carter looked Jeanie’s way. ‘That’s when we first hooked up, do you remember?’

Jeanie looked across at him. ‘How could I forget? I notice you didn’t include the word good when you said old times.’

‘They were good.’ Carter looked across at her as he held the keys in his hand.

‘Really?’ asked Jeanie. ‘Good for whom?’

Carter didn’t answer. He waited until Jeanie was in place ready behind him and then he unlocked the door.

In the darkness the massive empty space opened out around them. Jeanie shone her torch into the warehouse and looked at the locked containers. The sensor lights started coming on as they stepped further inside.

‘Which one has he got the keys for?’ Jeanie shone a torch down at the list she’d been given.

‘Third row to our left. Row J. Container 2037.’

They walked along until they cut down left and walked along the dirt floor until they found the relevant row.

Carter slipped the key in the padlock and turned it. The lock dropped to the floor. Jeanie moved it out of the way as Carter pulled back the right-hand door. They felt the heat coming from inside.

The corners of the container were not lit. Fluorescent strip lighting flickered on and off. Carter shone his torch into the container. All around him were cases stacked high. There was furniture stacked to the ceiling, three-piece suites upside down on top of one another. At one side was a laid-out living area, a foldaway bed and sleeping bag. There was a mini fridge and a microwave.

‘Someone’s been fully living here.’

Carter shone his torch down towards the far end and it was there he saw eyes glinting back at him. A stuffed fox looked poised to strike. The place was a jumble of belongings.

‘We need to search the place thoroughly. We’ll split up. You start on the left of the door. I’ll start on the right.’

Tracy thought it would be Jeanie at the door when someone rang the bell. Jeanie had promised to come back and check on her and Jackson before she went home to her own house for the night. Tracy had put Jackson to bed early – he was so tired. She was just about to settle down for the evening. She called at the door to ask who was there before she opened it.