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
The second Jake’s bedroom door slams shut I head for the kitchen and yank open the cutlery drawer. I rifle through the different compartments and count out the steak knives.
I find three and put them on the kitchen table, then pull open the door to the dishwasher. It’s mid-cycle – Jake must have put it on shortly before I returned home – and a cloud of steam hits me full in the face. When the steam has dissipated I pull out the cutlery basket and pick through the spoons, forks and knives.
I pull out two steak knives by their handles and line them up with the others on the table. Five knives.
I go through the cutlery drawer again, lifting up the metal tray to see if a knife has found its way underneath but there’s nothing there apart from a rusty bottle opener. I look in the dishwasher, both trays this time, then pull the bottom one out and feel around in the drum of the machine. Nothing.
The utensils pots near the oven are next. The missing knife isn’t in with the wooden spoons or the spatulas, nor is it in the knife block. I rummage through the junk drawer beneath the microwave but there’s no knife there either. The only other place to check is Jake’s room.
I have to knock three times before my son responds.
When I open the door he is lying on his bed in his boxer shorts, his thick arms crossed over his chest, his hands tucked beneath his armpits. I can see the wariness in his eyes. He thinks I’ve come to have another go at him about cheating on Kira.
‘What is it, Mum?’
‘Just looking for dirty dishes.’ Normally I’d find plates on the carpet, mugs on the chest of drawers and breakfast bowls stacked on top of each other on his bedside table, but his room appears to be completely free of either crockery or cutlery.
‘I put the dishwasher on earlier.’
‘Yes, I saw.’
‘You don’t need an excuse if you want to come and talk to me, you know.’
‘I didn’t … I wasn’t …’
‘I deserved it,’ he says flatly. ‘You screaming at me earlier. It’s been a long time coming. I’m surprised you didn’t hit me.’
‘I’d never do that.’