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we will do everything we can to find her.’

    ‘Thank you,’ Julia said, feeling no calmer at all. ‘So what’s next?’
    ‘Perhaps you can take me through what happened. Step by step, if you could. As much detail as you can remember.’
    ‘There’s not much I can tell you,’ Julia said. ‘I arrived here around three thirty—’
    ‘Late,’ Brian said. ‘School finishes at three.’
    ‘I was late,’ Julia admitted. ‘But I thought she’d be here!’
    ‘That’s ok, Mrs Crowne. Just the facts for now, please. Did the school know you would be late?’
    ‘No! I was stuck in a meeting and my phone was dead and I couldn’t call them.’
    ‘In a meeting?’ DI Wynne said.
    ‘I’m a solicitor. Custody cases, mainly.’
    ‘I see. Well, it’s a busy job. So when you got here, there was no sign of Anna?’
    Julia explained what she had done, how she had guessed that Anna would be in the Village Sweete Shoppe and gone down there, how she had asked some people for help, how she had searched the village until Brian called. When she was finished, DI Wynne nodded and chewed her lip thoughtfully.
    She turned to the headmistress. ‘Mrs Jacobsen, I’ll need a list of all the parents and children who were at the school today, as well as all the employees of the school, whether they were here or not.’
    Mrs Jacobsen nodded. ‘It’s not only parents who pick up the pupils,’ she said. ‘But we have a register of all those who are permitted to do so. I can let you have it.’
    ‘Do you have CCTV inside the school?’
    Mrs Jacobsen’s mouth tightened into a slight moue. ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘We do. Much as I prefer the promotion of civil liberties – we aim to produce responsible citizens who do the right thing because it is the right thing to do, and not because they think they are being observed – we have bent to the general panic about these matters and have installed CCTV.’

    ‘You must be glad you did, now,’ DI Wynne said. ‘And there might be something else in the area we can use. Could you make sure that the officers get access to the CCTV?’
    ‘Of course,’ Mrs Jacobsen said. ‘Right away.’
    ‘I have a question,’ Brian said, turning to the headmistress, his face a dark red. ‘How the hell did this happen? I thought the teachers did not let children out of the grounds unless they knew there was a parent there?’
    That was right, Julia thought. The school had a pick-up policy and it was strictly adhered to. Only parents or designated carers could pick up children, although they were not allowed on the school grounds; the pupils were accompanied to the school gates and handed over to their responsible adults. In the case of an adult being late, they were to notify the school, and that pupil stayed inside. If, as Julia had done, the adult failed to notify the school, then the child would be ok: they would be left at the gates with a teacher, and brought inside to wait.
    But it hadn’t worked this time.
    ‘I’ve spoken to the teachers,’ Mrs Jacobsen said. ‘They said that they thought you were there, Mrs Crowne. They expected you to be there since you had not called to say you would not be.’
    ‘She wasn’t there, though, was she!’ Brian said. ‘And you were supposed to take care of my daughter! That’s what we pay your obscene school fees for!’
    ‘Mr Crowne,’ the headmistress said. ‘The school adhered to its policies. I am sure the CCTV will show that. We do everything we can to ensure the safety—’
    ‘But not enough!’ Brian shouted.
    ‘We have policies in place that have been independently reviewed and which are in accordance with all necessary legislation,’ Mrs Jacobsen said. ‘And I am, of course, open to any questions you and Julia might have, but I’m not sure that now is the best time to discuss them.’

    ‘Fine,’ Julia said. ‘We can discuss it later.’ She glanced at DI Wynne. ‘For now we need to concentrate on finding