Chapter Eight – DCI BeckleyWednesday 16 December 2015
“There's a man in the house. He's hurting my mummy. I'm scared.”
“Where are you?”
“I'm in my bedroom.”
“Where do you live?”
“11 Buckland Drive.”
“Does the man know you are in the house?”
“I don't know. I saw him downstairs. He had a knife. I saw blood on the floor. I think he's hurt mummy, she's crying.”
“OK. What's your name?”
“Toby.”
“How old are you Toby?”
“I'm nine. Hurry. Please hurry.”
“Is there anyone else in the house? A brother or sister?”
“No. Just me and mummy, and the man.”
“OK Toby, listen to me, don't hang up. Do you have a lock on your door?”
“No. Mummy's screaming. Please come fast.”
“I want you to stay in your bedroom until I tell you it's safe, OK?”
Silence.
“Can you hear me, Toby?”
“Um.”
“It's goin
