Die Twice

but I couldn’t say for sure.’
‘We’ve been talking to some of the other girls who work the same area as Miriam did and they say she was particularly friendly with a girl called Molly Hagger. They said that Molly lived here at Coleman House.’
‘Lived is the right word. Molly was a client of ours for some months but she walked out about three weeks ago now and we haven’t seen her since.’
‘You don’t seem too worried about that, Ms Graham,’ Malik said, only just about concealing his dismay that she should take the loss of one of her ‘clients’ so lightly.
‘Mr Malik,’ she said, turning towards him, ‘Coleman House is home to twenty-one children aged between twelve and sixteen, all of whom come from disadvantaged backgrounds and all of whom have behavioural problems of varying degrees of seriousness. They are placed here by the council, and we try to do our best for them but the law is not on our side. If they want to go out at night, they go out. If I or any of my staff lay a hand on them to try to stop them leaving, they can have assault charges laid against us just like that, and believe me they’d do it. Put bluntly, these kids do what they like because they know they can do what they like. Half of them can’t write their names, but they all know their rights inside out. And often, I’m afraid, they simply decide they’ve had enough of us and walk out the door. Sometimes they come back; sometimes they don’t.’
‘Don’t you try to look for them?’ Malik persisted.
She looked at him in the way a teacher looks at a particularly foolish pupil. ‘We’re extremely understaffed. It’s hard enough keeping control of the ones who want to be here without worrying about the ones who don’t. And where would we look for her? She could be anywhere.’
‘Did you report her missing?’ I asked.
‘I informed Camden Social Services and they will have informed the police, but I didn’t report it myself. I didn’t see much point.’
‘How old is Molly Hagger?’
‘Thirteen.’
I shook my head. ‘It’s a young age to be out on the streets.’ It was. Far too young.
She turned to me now. ‘Mr…?’
‘Milne.’
‘Mr Milne, I can understand if you think I’m not taking Molly’s leaving seriously enough, I can understand both of your concerns, but try to look at it from my point of view. I’ve been a careworker for a long time now, and I’ve tried to help a lot of kids make a better life for themselves. But the older I get, the harder it becomes. You see, a lot of the time these kids don’t want to be helped. They get plenty of offers, I can promise you, but most of them just want to live fast, take drugs, drink. They’re independent, but independent in all the wrong ways. They can’t stand any form of authority but often they aren’t capable of looking after themselves. They’re not all like that of course, some do actually want to listen and learn, and they’re the ones I find myself gravitating to. If I’ve tried to help someone, and they keep turning their noses up at that help, then eventually I have to stop.’
‘And was Molly Hagger like that? Was she one of the ones who turned her nose up?’
‘Molly came from a very difficult background. She was sexually abused from the age of four by both her mother and her mother’s boyfriend. She was taken into care at the age of eight and she’s been in it ever since.’
I thought of the girl in the photograph and felt mildly sick. ‘Jesus…’
‘It’s far more common than most people think. You should know that, Mr Milne.’
‘It doesn’t make it any easier.’
‘No, you’re right, it doesn’t. But, to answer your question, Molly wasn’t one of our more difficult girls. She didn’t resent her carers in the way some clients do, but she had a very different outlook on life that was a direct result of the experiences she’d suffered.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘Well, she had a very casual and very adult view of sex. She had male and female sexual partners from a very young age, and from the age of ten she was charging for her services to certain individuals.’
‘Has she run away before?’
‘She’s walked out on a number of occasions and not been seen for some time. The last time of any significance was about a year ago when she took up with an older man. She ended up living with him for several months before he got tired of her and threw her out. That’s when she came back here.’
‘So you think that might have happened this time?’
‘I would think, knowing Molly, that that’s a very likely scenario.’
I nodded, more optimistic now that she was still alive. ‘We’re going to need to speak to all your other, er, clients, and the rest of the staff to see if anyone else knew Miriam Fox and might be able to give us any relevant information.’
‘The majority of the clients aren’t here at the moment. Most of them attend local schools, or are supposed to anyway. Those who are in the building now are the ones who have special learning needs, and require one-to-one tuition. They might not be too helpful.’
They weren’t. There were seven of them altogether and we interviewed them one at a time in Carla Graham’s office, with her present. Two refused to answer any questions at all with anything more than yes or no, and of the rest only one claimed to have heard of Miriam Fox, and that was Anne Taylor, the youthful legal expert I’d met earlier. She said that she’d known Molly ‘a bit’ and that Molly and Miriam had been friends, even though Miriam was older. Anne had seen Molly with Miriam a couple of times while out in the evenings (she denied knowing that either of them had been prostitutes), but claimed