‘That is you, isn't it, running through the foyer?’ Kim asked.
Brad squinted at the screen and shrugged. ‘We all wear—’
Jesus, it couldn't be that hard to recall. ‘Brad, this was lunchtime and you were running.’
‘Oh, yeah, yeah, it was me. A woman had collapsed in the main area. It's my job to greet the ambulance and get them to the location quickly.’ He paused, looking at the screen. ‘But, what's this got to do with an assault up the road?’
Oh dear. God had blessed this guy with brains as well as beauty. Kim exchanged a look with Bryant. Before them was a man who had walked right past their kidnapper.
‘Brad, did you get a look at the man who was speaking to these girls?’
His face hardened. ‘Oh, yeah, and I can tell you he needs bloody speaking to.’
‘Can you tell us what he looked like?’
He thought for a moment then looked her up and down. ‘About your height, maybe an inch taller. I'd say thirteen or fourteen stone. His face was kinda ordinary. Nose was a bit long but his voice was soft and quiet with no local accent.’
Kim frowned. ‘How do you know how he sounded?’ The kid had only been running past.
‘I asked if he could lend a hand. I told him we had a first aid incident but he flatly refused. He wasn't unpleasant about it but I got a bit rude. You'd think—’
‘Brad, could you get down to the station at Halesowen and work with a sketch artist. We need to know who this man is.’
Brad frowned and offered a nervous laugh. ‘You're kidding?’
Kim shook her head as a sickness began to rise in her stomach.
‘Can't you just track him through your own system?’
‘Why would we know?’ Bryant asked but Kim didn't need to.
‘Because the guy I spoke to was a copper.’