![]() ![]() Ellie, it seemed, had taken nothing out of the ordinary. It was almost as though she’d deliberately made herself invisible.Įllie’s bedroom had been expertly rifled through for four hours by two DIs with their shirtsleeves rolled up. ![]() It was almost as though she’d deliberately made herself invisible. That her trainers were bog-standard supermarket trainers in white. The fact that her rucksack was navy blue. The fact that her lovely gold-streaked hair had been pulled back into a scruffy ponytail. The fact that Ellie had been wearing a black T-shirt and jeans had been a problem for the police. They’d done a house-to-house search of the immediate vicinity, brought in known pedophiles for questioning, taken CCTV footage from each and every shopkeeper on Stroud Green Road, wheeled out Laurel and Paul to be filmed for a television appeal that had been seen by roughly eight million people, but nothing had ever taken them further than that last sighting of Ellie looking at her reflection at ten forty-three. The last sighting of Ellie had been caught on CCTV on Stroud Green Road at ten forty-three, showing her stopping briefly to check her reflection in a car window (for a while there’d been a theory that she had stopped to look at someone in the car, or to say something to the driver, but they’d traced the car’s owner and proved that he’d been on holiday at the time of Ellie’s disappearance and that his car had been parked there for the duration). ![]()
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