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the curtains. I didn't want any body to discover this mess before I was well
out of it, hope fully on a plane back to London.
I took a quick look at Kev and knew I was back in control.
He was now just a dead body.
I went back upstairs, washed the blood off my hands and face, and got a
clean shirt and a pair of jeans and running shoes from Kev's closet. His
clothes didn't fit me, but they would do for now. I bundled my own
bloodstained stuff into the trash bag that I'd take with me. Kev had shown
me the "hidey-hole," as he called it, built under an open staircase that led
up to a little makeshift loft stacked with ladders. The kids knew they had
to hide there if ever Kev or Marsha shouted the word "Disneyland!" and they
were never ever to come out until Daddy or Mommy came and got them.
I headed to the garage. Pushing the door slightly, I could see the rear
of the large metal doors to the right. The garage could easily have taken
three extra vehicles besides Kev's company car.
"Fucking thing," I remembered Kev saying, "all the luxury and mod cons
of the late nineties, in a car that looks like a nineteen-sixties fridge."
The kids' bikes were hanging from frames on the wall, together with all
the other clutter that families accumulate in garages. I could see the red
laser dot on the far wall.
I moved in and cleared through. There was no one here.
I went back to the area of the staircase. Chances were she wasn't going
to come out unless her mom and dad came for her, but as I moved I started to
call out very gently, "Kelly! It's Nick! Hello, Kelly, where are you?"
All the time the pistol was pointing forward, ready to take on any
threat.
Moving slowly toward the boxes, I said, "Oh well, since you're not here
I'll go. But I think I'll have one more look, and I bet you might be hiding
underneath the staircase in those boxes. I'll just have a look... I bet
you're in there ..."
There was a pile of large boxes. One had contained a freezer, another a
washing machine. Kev had made a sort of cave with them under the staircase
and kept a few toys there.
I eased the pistol down my waistband. I didn't want her to see a gun.
She'd probably seen and heard enough already.
I put my mouth against a little gap between the boxes.
"Kelly, it's me. Nick. Don't be scared, I'm going to crawl toward you.
You'll see my head in a minute, and I want to see a big smile..."
I got down on my hands and knees and kept talking gently as I moved
boxes and squeezed through the gap, inching toward the back wall. I wanted
to do it nice and slowly. I didn't know how she was going to react.
"I'm going to put my head around the corner now, Kelly."
I took a deep breath and moved my head around the back of the box,
smiling away but ready for the worst.
She was there, facing me, eyes wide with terror, sitting curled up in a
fetal position, rocking her body backward and forward, holding her hands
over her ears.
"Hello, Kelly," I said very softly.
She must have recognized me, but didn't reply. She just kept on
rocking, staring at me with wide, scared eyes.