See No Evil: The Moors Murders Page #5

laying him on the bank.

I kept staring at him.

Willing him to come awake again, but...

But they don't, do they?

Here.

Why here?

That's why.

I live for this place.

It owns my soul.

Another little flower for God's garden.

That's lovely.

Isn't it, Dave?

Yeah.

Can I...?

Yeah.

Oh, God, Maureen.

I am so sorry.

Sh*t.

Look at me.

Please don't tell Ian, will you?

All right, Gary, sobered up?

- Just about, sir, yeah.

- Very good, lad.

Come in.

How was your Christmas, sir?

Noisy. My lads are getting old enough

to have a decent scrap now.

Anything kicked off over Christmas?

A couple of break-ins, drunk and dis-orderlies

and this through from Manchester.

A 10-year-old lass,

Lesley Ann Downey, gone missing.

I phoned them, so I could get a description.

She's from Ancoats. Went to a fair and

didn't come home. That's all they'd tell me.

Not the most communicative force.

I've been on to them about John Kilbride.

Didn't want to know.

When I asked if they'd any kiddies

missing on their patch,

they took it as a personal bloody insult.

DI Engels?

- That's me.

- DCI Mounsey. Ashton.

- Got a minute?

- Just about.

Lesley Ann Downey.

Are you making any progress?

Haven't found her.

We've had a lad missing for over a year now,

John Kilbride.

Never heard of him.

- There might be a connection.

- I doubt it.

- Why?

- It was the stepfather.

Come on.

Why aren't you listening?

I told you. We were in the pub all night!

Covering up for him - all bollocks.

- So he's admitted killing her?

- Give us another half hour.

Then all we need's the body

and we'll charge him.

I should forget about the connection

if I were you.

There's no shops. It's a shithole!

Got to be better

than that poky house in Gorton.

Tell him that.

He's sulked ever since we got here.

- Shut your face, you!

- Eh!

Don't you talk to my sister like that.

I'll speak to her how I bloody well like!

You had to move.

Wiles Street will be rubble in a few months.

Besides, it's got memories Moby needs

to put behind her.

What, and you think I don't know that?

If I just knew...

that Angela hadn't completely gone,

you know, that her spirit is somewhere safe.

I hope she's in heaven too, Moby.

But you don't believe it, do you?

You would have done once.

You were more religious than me, you.

I don't believe in all that sin and redemption

and forgiveness mumbo jumbo...

Father Theodore used to spout at St Francis.

That new?

Japanese. Cost me a month of my shitey wage.

Has to be an easier way of getting money.

Rob a bank.

You've just read my mind, son.

- Fancy helping me?

- A bit out of my league.

Why?

You've stolen before, haven't you? I mean...

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