On a normal day the eight-mile journey from Camberwell to Bromley would have been fairly straightforward, even in rush hour. But this day was anything but normal and the riots were causing traffic chaos.
Diversions were in place, main roads blocked, and warnings were being issued over the radio to avoid certain areas.
Anna and Benning got stuck in a jam on Denmark Hill within minutes of leaving the crime scene.
‘This shit has been brewing for ages,’ Benning said. ‘We should have been prepared for it. There were enough bloody warning signs. The gangs, the stabbings, the growing contempt for the law among young people. But no. The powers-that-be thought it would be a good idea to cut police numbers and take a softy softly approach to criminals. Utter madness.’
They were the first words he’d spoken to her since getting into the car, having been on the phone to his superior officer. Anna couldn’t help but agree with him. It was hard to believe that the capital, and indeed the whole country, had been so ill-prepared for public unrest on this scale, given what had been happening in other parts of Europe, including France with the costly Yellow Vest protests.
‘It’s already obvious that these riots are much worse than those of 2011,’ he said. ‘And they’re still gathering momentum. Last night they were more widespread and violent than the night before, and I guarantee that tonight will be even worse.’
Anna’s thoughts turned to Chloe and she wondered how she and Tom were getting on. Her daughter had never been to Tom’s flat so the whole experience of being taken there for her own safety must surely have unsettled her.
But Anna was confident that Chloe was being well looked after, and she was so grateful to her boyfriend for seizing control of the situation. Not having to worry about Chloe meant she could concentrate on the job in hand. A job that was going to be difficult, demanding and emotionally challenging.
‘We can’t allow the riots to sidetrack us, DI Benning,’ Anna said. ‘We have to focus on the case. So I’d like you to start telling me what you’ve unearthed during your missing person’s investigation.’
Anna took her eyes off the road for a second to look at him. Sweat beaded his top lip and she could tell that the guilt would be eating away at his insides. He’d had four days and nights to find Jacob Rossi and he’d failed, even though the boy had been alive the whole time. That was a lot for any detective to handle.
‘You can’t blame yourself for what’s happened,’ she told him. ‘You did your best. But as we now know this is an unusual case. Not a run-of-the-mill abduction. There’s something more than a little strange about it.’
He nodded. ‘That’s what the skipper just said. But it doesn’t make me feel any better. And the rest of the team are going to be just as devastated when they find out.’
‘How many officers have you had working on it?’
‘Well on Monday night and Tuesday there were twenty of us, including uniforms and the liaison officer assigned to the family. But then it fell back to five on Wednesday because of the riots. It’s been a struggle since then.’
Anna felt a chill flush through her body. It was awful to think that the rioting that had resulted in Jacob Rossi’s death had also had such a serious impact on the investigation into his abduction.
‘So start from the beginning,’ Anna said. ‘I was on leave until a couple of hours ago so all I know about the case is what I saw on the news. And that includes the appeal made by Jacob’s father.’
‘OK,’ Benning said, and Anna felt his eyes on her. ‘But let me say at the outset that I’m aware of your own personal story, ma’am, as is everyone else in the Met. So I know that you can appreciate more than most what the boy’s parents have been going through, and that will be a great help.’
Anna bit down on the inside of her cheek and felt her stomach tighten.
‘That’s true up to a point,’ she said. ‘But I was lucky in that I eventually got my daughter back. The Rossis will never see their son again.’
Benning explained that Mark Rossi made the 999 call to report his son missing at six p.m. on Monday. It was passed on to Bromley CID and prompted an immediate response.
‘I was the only one in the office at the time so the case fell to me,’ Benning said. ‘I believe the boy was abducted shortly after he left his school – the local private prep school – to walk home at about three-thirty. At three-fifty his mobile phone stopped transmitting a signal. There was a delay in raising the alarm because both his parents were out when he was due to arrive home, and they only realised something was wrong when they discovered he wasn’t there and that his phone was switched off. They spoke to the school and several of his friends and there was nothing to suggest he hadn’t headed straight home.’
‘Did he usually walk home alone?’ Anna asked.
Benning nodded. ‘Since he turned ten a few months ago. His parents are now cursing themselves for letting him.’
Anna was well aware that there was no legal age for when a child could walk to and from school alone. In fact she’d read somewhere that ten was the average age at which most British parents felt it safe for their offspring to do so.
‘And how often did the boy let himself into the house?’ she said.
‘A couple of times a week apparently. His dad works all kinds of hours on his programmes and his mum is a solicitor who’s based in the town centre. The school is only half a mile from their house so it didn’t take Jacob long to walk there and back, but only during daylight. He wasn’t allowed to do it in the dark – then, he would either be picked up by one of his parents or get a lift from a friend’s mum or dad. Unfortunately the route he usually took includes a short stretch with fields on one side and woods on the other. And the whole area is a bit of a CCTV black spot, so vehicles can pass through it without being picked up at either end. Consequently, we had no joy with vehicle identification.’
‘So the abductor was probably aware of the situation with cameras.’
‘That’s the assumption. It comes back to the whole thing being carefully planned from the snatch to the choice of the pub cellar as a sort of holding cell. We’re looking for someone who put a great deal of thought into this.’
‘And you’ve found nothing to suggest what the motive could be?’
He shrugged. ‘There are the obvious conclusions to draw. He was the victim of a sexual predator or a psycho who wanted to kill him. Or it was someone who intended to ask for a ransom from his well-off family. But so far there’s been no contact or demand.’
‘It could also be someone who has a serious grudge against the parents and wants them to suffer.’
‘That occurred to me too. Mark Rossi might well be a popular TV entertainer with the viewing public, but the nature of his job as an entertainer means that there are plenty of people out there who aren’t so fond of him. He’s the target of a fair amount of online abuse. Plus, he’s made a few enemies of people who used to work with him at a production company that went bust.’
‘That sounds interesting.’
‘It was run by his stepfather, Isaac Rossi, and employed twelve permanent staff. Most of them have struggled to find work since while Mark Rossi’s career has continued to blossom.’
‘Have you talked to them?’
‘Only one of them. He’s a former producer named Gavin Pope, who lives in Richmond. He recently confronted Rossi in front of everyone at a TV industry event and accused him of not doing enough to help his former colleagues.’
‘Is he in the frame?’
Benning shrugged. ‘He claims he knows nothing about the abduction but doesn’t have a cast-iron alibi. He says he spent all Monday afternoon at home by himself and was joined in the evening by his wife.’
‘Is he the only suspect?’
‘There’s one other,’ Benning said. ‘A bloke named Neville Quinlan who was seen hanging around outside the school three days before the abduction. He’s on the sex offenders’ register having abused two boys some years ago. He lives a few streets away from the school but he claims he was out walking on Monday afternoon and didn’t go past the school. He reckons he can’t recall which route he took, which sounds dodgy to say the least.’
‘We’ll need to interview both of them again,’ Anna said.
‘That goes without saying.’
Anna sucked on her lower lip in concentration for a few beats, her mind racing with questions. ‘Well it’s clear we have two strands to this investigation and two perpetrators. The first is the kidnapping and whoever carried it out. The second is the fire and whoever started it.’
She paused there to listen to a newsflash on the radio. There were two breaking stories relating to the riots.
A security guard had been stabbed while confronting a gang of youths who were looting a store in Brixton. And three children under ten were in hospital with serious burns after flames tore through a parade of shops in Lewisham, trapping families in the flats above.
‘It’s not even seven o’clock yet,’ Anna said. ‘I hate to think what the death and injury toll will be before this night is over.’
The thought made her catch her breath and it continued to play on her mind as they headed towards Bromley to deliver the news that no parent should ever have to hear to Mr and Mrs Rossi.