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There’s something familiar about his writing, the way he has formed his M, the backwards S and the two bars through the centre of the E. I continue flicking through the book, and then another, trying to recall why the handwriting is recognisable.
His mouth is close to her ear and he is saying something to her, but his voice is too low for me to make out the words.
I wanna know what he saiddd!!! I still feel like Finn might have been her sidekick in that one chapter. Like she was teaching someone how to kill right? Anyway, maybe he knew the whole time it was Debbie but only got angry when he found out she wasn't his mom, and also for taking Sonny cuz he didn't think she could do that to him ~Z
‘This is what you’ve always wanted, isn’t it?’ he hisses into my ear. ‘Another generation of killers in the family.’
‘It was two years ago today when you discovered your mother-in-law, the now-infamous multiple child killer Debbie Hunter, was also responsible for the disappearance of your little boy, Sonny. And you have been working with police artists to come up with an image of how you think Sonny might look now?’
‘The best-case scenario is that Debbie gave him away to punish us and that he’s being raised by someone who loves him,’ I reply. ‘And while that breaks my heart, at least it means he is out there. But based on what we know about the extent of Debbie’s previous crimes, there is every possibility that he’s not. There have been no confirmed sightings of Sonny at all since he vanished, and the police have no evidence to suggest he is alive or otherwise.’
I wonder if that person that Debbie was training back in the day took Sonny? Maybe that person had a hard time having a baby or something, but that person was never addressed, so if Sonny is still alive, I assume that would be the only person Debbie would have entrusted Sonny with ~Z
He leans towards me, his voice low but pointed. ‘What kind of mother teaches their son how to kill?’ I’m unsure what he expects me to say. He was a teenager when we stopped working together for a common goal. I know that he made the choice not to continue, but it’s unfair to throw it back in my face and suggest what we did together was so wrong.
‘What?’ He laughs again. ‘You take our son away from us and you’re still blaming Mia for turning me against you? Listen to yourself. You are responsible for all the shit that’s happening to you in here. And while Dave didn’t physically kill anyone, he was just as guilty for enabling you. You call me weak around Mia, but he was pathetic around you.’
Debbie admitted shortly that, after she married Dave, she discovered he too possessed a dark, cruel side, a relic of his own atrocious upbringing. He often became violent towards her for no reason but she believed that she could change him. They tried for a family but failed to conceive, and eventually, specialists informed them he was infertile. He took to drink and made her life hell. But everything changed when, one day, he appeared on their doorstep with a baby boy. ‘He wouldn’t tell me where he found him, only that he was now ours,’ she recalled. ‘I begged Dave to return him, explaining
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‘I was his wife. I was aware of how cruel and manipulative he could be. I should have known what else he was capable of. Instead I buried my head in the sand to try and make my marriage work and to provide a safe home for Finn. If only I’d had you to turn to. If only you’d come back sooner, then you could have protected me like you did before and things could have been so different for me. For the both of us.’
I took the first boat I could catch to Fraserburgh and then I drove to Milton Keynes for a clandestine meeting in a hotel car park. There, she broke down and told me what she had learned about Finn – she had unearthed diaries kept hidden by Dave for decades that revealed how Finn had known all along about the murders his father had committed, and he had even accompanied him on abductions and kills.
Finn’s fingers tap the screen again and, now, George is lying on something white and wooden, his head tilted to one side, his eyes open, and streaks of blood line his face. I clamp my hand to my mouth but it’s not quick enough to suppress a cry. The third and final image is a video clip that lasts just seconds but breaks my already fragile heart.
He didn’t think like us, did he?’ Finn says. ‘He wasn’t as careful as you and I would’ve been. Over the last two years of taunting me with photos of my son, he left fragments of info here and there in the background about their lives. A section of a car registration plate, a partial shop sign, a radio transmitter in the distance, a hill with an unusual-looking peak . . . there are plenty of amateur desktop detectives on Twitter who have been more than willing to help a stranger solve a puzzle. Then all I did was turn up in the town and ask a few questions. He wasn’t hard to find.’
To be fair, Debbie kinda made Finn into this LOL She once again, got her brother killed.. the irony!!! ~Z

