Chapters (103)
- C.L. TAYLOR
- Copyright
- Praise for The Missing
- Dedication
- Table of Contents
- Thursday 5th February 2015
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Monday 11th August 2014
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Friday 22nd August 2014
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Tuesday 26th August 2014
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Thursday 25th September 2014
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Tuesday 7th October 2014
- Chapter 19
- Wednesday 8th October 2014
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Friday 10th October 2014
- Chapter 23
- Friday 24th October 2014
- Chapter 24
- Monday 3rd November 2014
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Tuesday 4th November 2014
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Saturday 8th November 2014
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Tuesday 25th November 2014
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Thursday 27th November 2014
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Friday 19th December 2014
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Friday 2nd January 2015
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Saturday 3rd January 2015
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Friday 16th January 2015
- Chapter 55
- Tuesday 27th January 2015
- Chapter 56
- Tuesday 27th January 2015
- Chapter 57
- Wednesday 28th January 2015
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
- Chapter 68
- Chapter 69
- A conversation with C.L. Taylor
- Book club questions for The Missing by C.L. Taylor
- Acknowledgements
- If you were gripped by The Missing, why not try …
- Author Note
- About the Author
- Also by C.L. Taylor
- About the Publisher
I didn’t know what a double-edged sword media attention would be back when Billy disappeared. I was desperate for them to publish our story – we both were, the more attention Billy’s story got the better – but I couldn’t have prepared myself for the barrage of speculation and judgement that came with it. I looked pale and distraught, those were the words most of the reporters used to describe me during that first press conference. Mark was described as cold and reserved. He wasn’t reserved – he was bloody terrified, we both were. But while I quaked, twisting my fingers together under the desk, Mark sat still, straight-backed, his hands on his knees and his eyes fixed on the large ornate clock on the opposite wall. At one point I reached for his hand and wrapped my fingers around his. He didn’t so much as glance at me until he’d delivered his appeal. At the time I felt desperately hurt but later, in the privacy of our living room, he explained that, as much as he’d wanted to comfort me, he hadn’t been able to.
‘You know I compartmentalize to deal with stress,’ he said. ‘And I needed to deliver my appeal without breaking down. If I’d have touched you, if I’d so much as looked at you I would have crumbled. And I couldn’t do that, not when what I had to say was so important. You can understand that. Can’t you?’
I could and I couldn’t, but I envied his ability to shut out the thoughts and feelings he didn’t want to deal with. My emotions can’t be shut into boxes in my head. They’re as tangled and jumbled as the strands of thread in the bottom of my grandmother’s embroidery basket. And the one thought that runs through everything, the strand that is wrapped around my heart is, Where is Billy?
‘Claire?’ DS Forbes says. ‘They’re ready for your statement now.’
A television camera has appeared in the aisle that runs between the lines of plastic-backed chairs. The lens is trained on my face. We decided some weeks ago that I should be the one to make this appeal.
‘The public respond more favourably when the mother does it,’ DS Forbes said. He made no mention of the horrible comments that had appeared online when Mark made the last appeal six months ago. Comments like: You can tell the father’s behind it. He’s not showing any emotion and I bet you money it was the dad. It always is.