Chapter Thirty-Seven – DCI BeckleySaturday 2 January 2016. 11.19am
Forensics teams swarm in and around 8 Waterdale Drive like ants.
Foster carefully twirls a Zephyr nylon-fibre brush between her fingers, coating the fascia surface with aluminium flake powder. She's dusting for fingerprints on the door.
Erratic camera flashes violate my eyes. CSI Tom Ford captures images of her handbag, keys and phone.
My mouth feels dry; my stomach retching. I told Kate that we would keep her safe. Wakeman believes Kate has simply left of her own accord, but deep down in my gut, I know this isn't the case. Kate has been taken. He has her. I've let her down in the worst way imaginable.
Foster peels an adhesive fingerprint lifter. She sticks it to the doorframe, presses firmly before peeling it off alon
