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killed her in such a horrific way.
    With Taylor and Daniel’s help, each day things got better; but even though the memory of his family’s faces slowly faded, what had happened to his wife and daughter would never be forgotten.
    Malone sat down behind his desk and rummaged through stacks of messages. Call urgently this person — so and so from such and such newspaper called — the list went on and on. Malone just sank into his chair and stared at his desk. Taking pride of place next to his computer screen — a computer he still didn’t really know how to use — was a framed photograph. A group shot that could easily be mistaken for a family. Taylor, Daniel, and Malone, all huddled together under the Golden Gate Bridge entrance to California Park in Disneyland. It had been a great day, one of many as they’d toured around southern California and into Mexico. Wistfully, Malone decided he’d need a strong coffee before starting the day.
    He headed back through the chaos they called Reception and aimed for the door. On the way through, he noticed a young woman sitting quiet and alone on one of the reception room chairs. She looked somewhat out of place amongst the noisy demanding couples. Her frizzy, blonde hair flowed down to her shoulders where it met with the white frills of what looked to be a yellow waitress uniform. Her hands were pressed together in her lap, and her bobby-socked feet bounced quickly as she nervously waited.
    ‘Can I help you?’ Malone asked as he went and sat next to her.
    She looked at him, a little startled.
    ‘I’m waiting to see Mr. Malone,’ she said in a slight Irish accent and a tone that seemed to Malone to be too deep to be coming from such a slender woman. Her brogue took him back to his birthplace.
    ‘I’m Michael Malone, what can I do for you?’ The reception room went quiet, and Malone immediately knew he’d made a mistake.
    ‘We’ve been trying to see you for weeks now,’ the couple to his left butted in.
    ‘So have we,’ came the voices from a couple over their shoulder.
    ‘Come with me,’ Malone said as he took the young woman’s hand, and led her toward his office.
    The noise and discontent in the reception room grew.
    ‘Ladies and Gentlemen, I will try to get to you all when I can. Please be patient,’ he said standing in the doorway to his office.
    Cries of favoritism and unfairness began to bounce around the office walls, bringing out the office manager, Veronica. Her voice boomed out, ‘Will everyone be quiet! What do you think you’re all doing? You’re behaving like a pack of animals. Now, I know you’re all frustrated, and believe me, Mr. Malone knows that more than most of you do. But please, please, be patient. There is only one of him, but we are all here to help. Now, who’s first?’
    Veronica winked at Malone and turned back to the waiting crowd. Malone sighed and closed the door to his office.
    ‘You’re a popular man, Mr. Malone,’ the young woman said as she sat down.
    ‘It seems to be that way,’ he replied.
    ‘What can I do for you, Mrs…?’
    ‘It’s Miss, Miss Erin Costello. It’s my son, I got home from work yesterday, and he and his bike have disappeared. He’s been gone now for over twenty-four hours, and the gobshyte police are doing nothing to help. They just think he’s a runaway.’
    Malone stammered a little at her directness ‘In my experience, they do the best they can. What makes you feel that they’re not doing their job properly?’
    ‘I think they just don’t care about him; in fact, I know they don’t.’ She pulled out a photo from her bag and passed it over to Malone.
    ‘You see, my son is what they call a problem child; he doesn’t seem to fit in at school, and he’s got into a few scrapes outside of it too. So I think the cops are quite happy he’s gone.’
    ‘I’m sure that’s not the case,’ Malone said as he took a look at the photo. It showed a small, young, good-looking, blonde boy; Malone