“Where was he found,” asked Emily Gray, a professional forensic scientist.
“Face down at the bottom of a cliff, probably an accident by the looks of it, but I am worried about the considerable amount of bruising on his left arm, also the rope burns round his ankles. The other forensic scientist in the room answered. She carried out her autopsy until she came to the large amount of swelling on his neck. “That looks like an allergic reaction to something,” Emily Gray said, “We will have to speak to his mother about his medical history being released, and ask her if he had any serious allergies to anything.”
Outside the post-mortem room, his mother sat devastated, wondering if Catherine would be found in the same way. The door in front of her opened, in walked the two forensic scientists. Emily sat down next to her, she spoke quietly and sincerely. “Mrs Goddard, we need to ask you some important questions,” there was a short pause, then Mrs Goddard lifted up her head form her red raw hands and looked at Emily Gray. “Did your son have any severe allergies to anything?” she asked.
“Yes he was allergic to nuts.” The distressed mother replied
“Welcome to the ITV news with Nina Stokes and Amon Haywood.
The body of missing school child James Goddard was found by the search party Monday 6pm, there was no trace of the little girl Catherine, police are now treating this as a murder enquiry.”
The room that Catherine was held in was in the shape of an arch, made out of corrugated iron and it was cold to touch. It was not very long, only long enough for Catherine to lie down and barely move in. There was a wooden chair in the corner, that’s where he sat. The only light in the room was an old fashion oil lamp. This comforted poor Catherine as she slowly cried herself to sleep.
“I’m sorry madam this area is closed off, you will have to find another way to the school, just ask my colleague over there, he will be able to help you.” He took a large bite out of his bacon bap and carried on with his conversation with the policeman stood next to him. The car they had been waiting for turned up, Emily Gray had been asked to join the police in search for the missing girl. She started walking through the woods of school. The wind was chilly in the autumn, it swayed the heavy trees from side to side. As Emily walked deeper into the woods of the school, crows rose in a black cloud over her head, they swaqued at her and then quickly flew back to their nests. The woods were beautiful at this time of the night, the sandy, sharp, setting sun twinkled on the icy rain drops which dripped of the end of the leaves. Emily loved this time of the year, she started kicking the vibrantly coloured leaves into the air and watching them slowly flutter down into the emptiness of the ground. Suddenly she tripped and landed nose down in the soft, wet mud, which had recently been stepped in. What had she tripped on? There had been nothing there before. She turned back and stared at the leaf strewn ground, a twinkle of light caught her eye, she bent down and started scrambling through the never ending pile of golden, red and brown leaves, this time she didn’t watch them land.
She uncovered a rusty round lid, exposing an old air-raid shelter. She could hear cries and muffled voices, she lifted the lid and cautiously went down the steps “Over here, Quick police, I think I’ve heard something,” The police rushed in. Catherine was carried out by a police sergeant and was handed gently to Emily Gray. The man was brought out in handcuffs his head hanging low. Emily led Catherine to her mother. The smile on Catherine’s tiny face lit up and her once rosy cheeks shone through, she knew that what she had been put through was now behind her, she was safe in the warm, lavender, scented jumper that her mother usually wore.
His vacant face stared through the police officer’s car window, he knew this was the end.
He showed no sign of regret or even remorse, His teaching days were over, he would no longer teach Biology.
Now he was caught, I just hoped my body would be found, and I could rest in peace. I was the first of all 9 of his victims. Luckily Catherine survived the other 8 did not. The memory of what he did to me still lingers in that old air-raid shelter, I can still hear the screams of all the children who were ever held there. Sometimes I come down and sit on his seat, the one I was not allowed to sit on. I see the room in a different perspective, I see him, and me, and little Milly, then I see what he did to her, and I could not stop it, and I sob, I sob for all eight of his victims, then I smile, I smile for the ninth, I smile for Catherine.