Here and Gone(44)

Cut to an attractive young African-American woman on the town’s main street, other press people milling around in the background.

‘Yes, Susan, dramatic scenes here in Silver Water today, as Judge Miller found that Sheriff Ronald Whiteside had not sought proper consent to search the station wagon Audra Kinney was driving, thus rendering the physical evidence inadmissible. She had no choice but to throw the case out, leaving Mrs Kinney free to go. But not quite.’

Cut to Audra hunkered down before the judge, the judge holding her hand. Then Audra being rushed along the street, the jacket over her head, flanked by Mitchell and Showalter. The reporter spoke over the footage.

‘A detective from the Arizona Department of Public Safety, Criminal Investigations Division, had obtained an order from the Family Court in Phoenix, forcing Audra Kinney to stay within the town boundary of Silver Water while the investigation into her children’s disappearance is ongoing.’

Audra stumbling on the steps of the guesthouse, Mitchell helping her up.

‘Kinney is being accommodated at a local guesthouse, effectively under house arrest. FBI and state police are concentrating their search for the missing children along the route Kinney took from east to west across Arizona, using her cell phone’s GPS data. They know she crossed into the state from northern New Mexico around twenty-four hours before she was stopped by the Elder County sheriff, and witnesses at a roadside diner said they saw the children the following morning, so the authorities know that whatever happened to Sean and Louise, it happened in Arizona.’

Cut back to the studio, and now the male anchor spoke to a picture-in-picture image of the reporter.

‘Rhonda, we understand that some disturbing new details have emerged about Audra Kinney, the mother of the missing children.’

Back to Silver Water.

‘That’s right, Derek. As has already been reported elsewhere, Audra Kinney separated from her wealthy husband eighteen months ago, taking her two children from their Upper West Side home to a one-bedroom apartment in Brooklyn. The children’s grandmother spoke to reporters outside her home close to Central Park earlier today. She painted a worrying picture of Audra Kinney, a woman with a history of problems with mental health and addiction.’

Rhonda Carlisle looked off camera, a serious and concerned expression on her face.

‘Oh no,’ Audra said.

There on the screen, Margaret Kinney, her dyed red hair, her pale stony face. She stood on the sidewalk outside her building, a doorman waiting to let her in. Father Malloy by her side, his expression one of warm sympathy.

‘I curse the day my son met that woman,’ Margaret said. ‘She’s given my son hell over these last few years. With the alcohol and the prescription drugs. Wine and vodka, mostly, and whatever antidepressants or sedatives she could talk a doctor into prescribing for her. She barely knew those children, I did most of the raising of them myself, along with their nanny.’

‘You liar,’ Audra said. ‘You goddamn liar.’

‘Before she and my son split, things had gotten worse and worse, she could barely get out of bed. Then she overdosed and wound up in the hospital. My son, out of love, did his best to get her back on her feet, but then she moved out with the children. He’s been trying for eighteen months to get them back, because they’re just not safe with her. Children’s Services agreed, they were about to get an order to force her to hand them over to their father, then she took off. And now this. Excuse me?’

A knot on her brow as she tilted her head, listening.

‘Yes,’ she said. ‘Yes, I am very worried.’

Her eyes brimmed. Father Malloy put his hand on her shoulder.

‘We’re trying to stay positive, I’ve been praying round the clock, but I do fear the worst for those babies.’

She tilted her head again, wiping a tear away.

‘What would I say to her? Just tell us what you did with them.’

Margaret looked into the camera, her resolve disappearing, Father Malloy seeming to keep her upright in her distress.

‘Audra, whatever you did with my grandchildren, wherever they are, please just tell us. Don’t torture us like this. I can’t stand it. Patrick is in pieces. We’re all barely hanging on. Just do the one decent thing you can do now. Tell the truth.’

She disappeared, Rhonda Carlisle and Silver Water’s main street taking her place.

‘Powerful words there from Margaret Kinney, the grandmother of the missing children. Back to the studio.’

The anchors reappeared, thanked the reporter.

‘What about Whiteside?’ Audra said to the television. ‘What about Collins?’

She slapped the screen with her palm, made the image roll away, then come back.

The female anchor’s expression darkened. ‘Of course we’ll keep you up to date as this case unfolds, but it’s now coming up on forty-eight hours since the children disappeared.’ She turned to her colleague. ‘Derek, surely the authorities must be fearing the worst by this stage.’

Derek nodded gravely. ‘I think all of us are.’

Audra slapped the screen once more. ‘They’re alive, you son of a bitch.’

Derek turned to camera again. ‘Join us in the next hour as we ask: Who is Audra Kinney? From the attractive young woman who married into one of New York’s elite families, to the allegedly drug-addicted mother suspected of committing the worst crime imaginable, find out more, after the break.’