Missing by Monty Marsden #BlogTour #Excerpt

I’m so excited to be a stop on the blog tour for the serial killer thriller ‘Missing’ by Monty Marsden. Look at that blurb and the extract and tell me you don’t want to find out more !

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Blurb

The search for a missing child reveals she is not the only one… A gripping serial killer thriller for fans of Angela Marsons and Jeffrey Deaver.

In a little village in Lombardy, it’s a cold November morning when Ami, steps out of her house to go to school… and never comes back. As soon as her father raises the alarm, a frantic search begins.

The investigation is led by Police Commissioner Sensi. His men immediately find a trail to follow, but it soon proves to lead nowhere. Three months later, Police Commissioner Sensi decides to visit Dr Claps, an old friend and a renowned criminologist, who guesses from his first few words the real reason for the visit.

It’s not just about Ami; she’s not the only little girl to have disappeared.

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About the author

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Monty Marsden, a Tuscan by birth, grew up in Milan, where he studied medicine and still works. He lives in the province of Bergamo, with his wife and four children.

Excerpt

The investigative unit met at the Police Commissioner Sensi’s office at 11:30 a.m. the following morning to discuss the disappearance of Ami Demba. Apart from him, there were six more people in the team – Inspector Maiezza, Police Commissioner Berni, Lieutenant Corbi and three other officials.

Ami had been missing for twenty-eight hours now.

The atmosphere was tense – nobody believed any more that it all may have been caused by the girl’s whim.

Two farmsteads, which were relatively close to the town, were searched during the night.

At the first light of dawn, the police had begun to search all the neighbouring fields inch by inch with the help of many volunteers. So far, they had found no trace of Ami.

Nobody had rung the green number to report any sightings, but the police were expecting several calls in the near future. They were hoping that there would be at least one valid report among all the false alarms.

Sensi looked visibly annoyed. “Any news from the recordings?” He asked Maiezza.

“There are three cameras on the route that Ami should have taken yesterday morning.” Maiezza began his official report. “All of them filmed the girl. The last camera is at the end of the road, about sixty metres from the bus stop – Ami walks past it at 7:33 a.m.”

“What time did the bus pass?”

“It comes from the national highway and the reason it’s not caught on camera is that it’s due to arrive at 7:35 a.m, and the bus driver said that he was on time yesterday.”

“Ami didn’t get on board, though.”

“We found and interviewed five individuals who were at the bus stop yesterday morning and they all agree – Ami wasn’t there.”

“Two minutes to walk sixty metres…” Sensi muttered to himself. “That’s more than enough. She may not have wanted to, or been able to, take the bus.”

“Ami has never skipped a single day of school in her life,” Lieutenant Corbi chipped in.

“We all know each other here in this town – she’s a good, well-behaved, shy little girl.”
Sensi made a noise that almost sounded like a groan.

“Go ahead, Maiezza.”

“There’s no image of Ami on any other CCTV during the following hours. We’ve looked at all possible recordings – she never returned into town.”

Sensi looked thoughtful for a few seconds, then spoke to Corbi. “What do you think about this? Is it possible that Ami came back into town from a different road that’s not monitored by CCTV?”

“It’s possible, but she would have had to detour through the fields around the town. The town is really small – she would have been filmed by some cameras in town anyway.”

“Hmm… Are there any buildings she could have sneaked in to avoid being recorded on CCTV?”

Corbi paused for a while to think, then he replied. “Yes, there are a few…”

“We might have to investigate then – we can’t afford to overlook anything. Fuggiano, you take care of this, please.”

“I’ve noticed something on the recordings,” Maiezza said.

“Yes, go ahead?”

“Ami walks past the first camera at 7:21 a.m, then she walks past the second camera, which is that of an ATM nearby, at 7:23 a.m. As we saw, the third camera records her at 7:33 a.m, which is ten minutes later.”

“What are you suggesting, Maiezza?”

“It takes about four minutes to walk the distance between the second and the third cameras at average speed. Ami took ten.”

Sensi paused for a moment, he looked thoughtful. Ami had disappeared between 7:33 a.m. and 7:35 a.m, at which time she should have caught the bus she never reached. She would have had plenty of time to reach the bus stop. “Did somebody convince her to follow them?” Sensi asked. “Maybe they offered her a lift? Or maybe they… but how would it be possible that nobody noticed anything? What happened during those two minutes?” Sensi paused to think. “Does it have a connection with anything that may have happened during the six extra minutes that she took to walk from one camera to the other?”

“We need to reconstruct Ami’s walk all the way from her house to the bus stop. We have to understand what happened during those six minutes. Walk around town, ask anybody – shop owners, passers-by, citizens. As for the recordings, we’ll have to view them again and analyse them frame by frame. Did anybody follow Ami? Find the number plates of all the cars that passed by the CCTV that morning – question the drivers. Ami may have been in one of those cars. We also have to question all those who were waiting at the bus stop again, we need to know everything that they saw and noticed that morning.” Sensi glanced at his watch. “Let’s do this,” he concluded. He stood up from his chair. “It’s already been twenty-eight hours and six minutes since she disappeared.”

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