Chapter 47
Chapter Forty-Seven
ABIGAIL
“How accurate are the ANPR cameras in this area, Dad?” I asked as I followed him into the station.
He smiled and waved at a few people, told the officer on the front desk that he was signing me in as a guest, and then used his pass to unlock the interior door to the main building.
“I won’t lie, Abi, the likelihood of us tracking down the exact whereabouts of that vehicle are slim.”
“Not impossible, though, right?” I wouldn’t give up. I had to find him.
“I need to get forensics to have a look at these first,” he said, lifting the evidence bags with the bones he’d taken from Isaiah’s place, but I didn’t want to waste another second.
“We don’t have time for that, Dad. We need to check the car registration. Please.”
I followed him down the corridor, speed walking to catch up with him. He stopped, swung a door open and called out to some guy called Keith, telling him, “Pass these to Trev for me. The faster he can look at them, the better.”
He gave the evidence bags to Keith and then started walking down the corridor again.
“I know you want to find this car, Abi,” he said. “But I think it’d be better if you go back to ours. Sit with your mum. I’ll call you if there’s any news.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I stated firmly. “I want to find out where he is.” My dad gave me a pointed stare, but I wasn’t taking no for an answer. “I’m going with you. When you find the location, I’m coming too.”
“You have no idea who this man is.”
“I know enough.”
He shook his head, opened the door to his office and sat down behind his desk. I took a chair and moved it to sit next to him.
“We don’t have much time,” I urged, desperation growing by the second as I opened the notes app in my phone and placed it on the desk so Dad could see the vehicle registration.
Dad didn’t speak, just opened programs on his computer and started typing.
“There are a few hits around the area where I found you,” he said, staring intently at the screen.
“And the last one? Where was it sighted last?”
“An industrial estate on the edge of Brinton Manor. Arlington Park.”
I shot off the chair. “Let’s go then.”
“Abi, I really don’t like this.”
“Either you come with me, or I’ll take an Uber on my own. But either way, I’m going.”
“I need to call it in,” my dad said, but I shook my head.
“Please. Not yet.”
I knew what I was asking was impossible for him. He did things by the book. My dad was the cleanest cop you could find in the entire police force. And here I was, begging him to break protocol.
“Let’s drive to the estate, and we’ll take it from there,” he replied.
It was the best outcome I could hope for.