In part 5 of our story, our fearless four are now waiting for their moment to pounce. And it's coming very soon...
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According to the guys, where we go from here is pretty straightforward. They spot suspicious characters, and their cars, and they know who to follow. Problem we’ve got now is, we’ve been here weeks and spotted jack shit. No shady cars. No shady people. Sadie told me that she can feel when it’s about to go down. There’s an electricity. It’s intuition. And it’s never wrong.
According to her, today’s the day. We’re just waiting for a signal.
Our disused old hangar is conveniently located a couple of miles away from a kidnapping hotspot. Dax leaves nothing to chance. So we stake it out: A cute little park, trees, cut grass, swings and shit. Since my training back at the hangar the weather has changed. Thank Christ. Gets dark at around 7:30 now. And with the warmer weather, come the families.
So we hang around at the park. In pairs. Probably looking as suspicious as the guys we’re tailing. And we’re here for a few weeks. It’s boring. I get paired with Iggy. We don’t have data on the times most of the kidnappings happen, so we’re on alert the whole time. And when nothing happens it’s as relieving as it is frustrating. Because we know that when it isn’t happening here, it’s happening elsewhere. Kids are going missing from other parks.
The kids taken are the ones with no time to spare. The ones who won’t live to double figures. The ones whose parents have nowhere near enough time with them anyway. And because of their short lifespans, the cops don’t put in as much effort into recovering them.
“Lemme ask you something, Iggy,” and I don’t wait for a reply. Iggy is not a talker. “How come you guys waited for me to start?”
“One, it was winter, so the parks were all empty. Two, sure, we could have followed the kidnappers, got as much info as possible. But then what? Maybe we save a kid. More likely we know where the kids are and we can’t do shit. We move too early, they know we’re onto them. They shut down the operation and move on. We have to start from scratch.”
“So we’re supposed to just follow them and do nothing? What about the kid?”
Iggy looks like he’s not going to answer, then he looks at me and says, “We’re not going to have a problem with you are we?”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“Listen,” he stops. We’re surrounded by barking dogs, and screaming kids, and picnics, trying to blend, stopping isn’t so good. “We can stop the kidnappers, rescue the kid, and go back to the hangar. Great. But in a couple of weeks another kid goes missing. Then another. We have to find out where the top of the tree is. Then we can chop it down.”
And he’s right. I know it. But the idea of leaving the kid… I’m struggling with.
Like he’s reading my mind, Iggy says, “I don’t like it any more than you do,” and starts walking again.
The plan we have is not foolproof. In fact, it’s easier for it to go wrong than it is to go right. We wander around in pairs, waiting for something to go down. Then we get to the cars, one parked by the swings and shit, the other, our car, parked by the pond. We walk around the park and wait for something suspicious. If we see something, we follow, radio the others and we go. We follow as best we can, hoping not to be seen. We find where they end up, get as much data as possible, licence plates, addresses, photos. That’s when I go to work. But first we’re waiting for a signal.
Then I hear it.
A mother’s voice. Loud, touched with a panic that somebody without kids couldn’t replicate.
“Is this it?” I ask Iggy, but he’s already walking to the car, talking on the radio.
“Dax. Go time. By the pond.”
I follow. And I know just as we’re on the way to our wheels, Dax and Sadie are heading for theirs.
“Jamie?!” The mother again.
In the few seconds between shouts she’s gone from panic to desperation. We’re further from the mother, but the shout is the same volume, that ready-to-crack-any-moment tone cranked up to eleven.
“You see anything?”
Iggy shakes his head and gets into the car, firing it to life.
“So what now?” I ask, ducking into my seat.
“Now?” He steps on the gas, “We hope we’re lucky.”
Will our heroes find Jamie? Read Part Six of INFINITY here!
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