Insanity: doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.
Einstein
Nick Fennimore stared at the new mail in his inbox and his mouth dried. The subject line: ‘Is this your daughter?’
His hand jerked involuntarily. He slowed his breathing, forcing himself to look closely at the email, to think like a scientist, and not a father. There was an attachment. He’d had messages like this before – usually from sick, sadistic men for whom causing others pain was a release. Those messages had been posted on the Facebook page he’d created in his daughter’s name, but this was the first he’d had direct to his academic account. The sender was ‘anon67912’ – a hotmail account.
Fennimore ran the email and its attachment through his virus checker: no Trojans, spyware or viruses. He clicked to open the message envelope. There was no message – just the subject header, and the attachment. He wiped cold sweat from his upper lip and double-clicked to view the attachment.
It was a girl. Just a girl. She was slim, serious-looking; she walked alongside a man. He seemed older – mid-thirties at a guess. Suited, stocky. Dark hair, full lips, otherwise unexceptional. His eye was drawn again to the girl. Could this be Suzie?
He loaded an image file he had created: his daughter aged-up from aged ten to fifteen. It was already out of date – soon, Suzie would be sixteen years old. If she lived. The statistics said not: the statistics said that Suzie died five years ago, shortly before or after her mother was murdered, but on this matter, Fennimore had never been able to think like a scientist, only as a father.
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