Chapter 133 Chapter 132

"As I have already emphasized, Colin, this is by no means a personal accusation against you. Not at all. The media has been silenced, and our actions cannot be interfered by the public." While they were waiting for the news, the Chief Superintendent For the third time Cedric Walker was comforting him. "It's as simple as covering up the mistakes in our work. This pattern can no longer be a pure coincidence, and it cannot be ignored. Surely you will agree?" Weisman nodded in agreement. Dunst remained sullen. "I think it's sad that some high-ranking police officer should believe the ludicrous theories of a redneck reporter who, by your own admission, got involved with the mother of one of the victims."

Walker sighed. "It's not that simple, Colin. I..." The police officer on duty stuck his head to the door with some concern. "Sir, we have just received a report from Teesside. There is an eleven-year-old girl who is out of school. She was last seen getting into an unidentified vehicle near her home. No further details, but you said you would report it immediately." "It's not on that damn list, is it?" "No, sir. In Middlesbrough. There's also a girl missing from the Isle of Wight, but it has just been reported." "Thanks, Tony. Report anytime," he said, turning to Weissman. "Middlesbrough? The Isle of Wight? Maybe Uncle Tom's got the alphabet wrong. What do you think, Colin?"

"I bet it's nothing serious." Weissman cast a bitter glance at his guest. "Any case of missing children is serious, Colin. If you'll excuse me, gentlemen, I'm going back. There's work to do." He came to the project room and talked to Pittman. "David, any news?" "Not much, sir. The eleven-year-old girl from Middlesbrough is Saina Singh. Her friends saw her get into a stranger's car. No signs of coercion. They told the teacher, the teacher Called the local police for the record. Obviously, they didn't know what we were concerned about and where, but everyone is wary of Uncle Tom right now."

"The other kid? On the Isle of Wight?" "No further information, sir." "So there's nothing about Burford's list either?" "It's pretty quiet at the moment, sir. What does our psychoanalyst think?" "He's messing with the chief superintendent. Flattering bastard. I think I liked him when we first met." "Appearances are deceiving, sir." "I don't mind, but he's acting like he's blatantly offended that we're chasing this lead. If it's a false alarm, it's going to go on and on. When the missing girls aren't from U When you get to V's place, look at the smug look on his face."

"Perhaps Uncle Tom doesn't know the alphabet." "Don't you dare say it, David. I just got a lesson from the chief superintendent. He's preaching to Dunst about public relations again. Society. It's all bullshit." Pittman grinned. "Bullshit, sir?" "Don't be a fool, David. For God's sake, don't keep calling me sir." "Yes, sir."