Welcome to my stop on the blog Tour for Missing by Monty Marsden.
I am so excited to be the third stop on the blog tour. I really enjoyed this novel!
Missing is the debut title by author, Monty Marsden. This novel is a classic police procedural. We meet Police Commissioner Sensi who turns to his old friend, and criminologist, Dr. Claps, after several bodies of young girls are found. They must work together, along with a helpful psychologist to solve the case and stop the murderer from claiming more victims. We get to see the inner workings of the case and the conflict between the officers as tensions rise and the stakes grow higher. The plot is brilliantly weaved and it had a stellar twist for the ending. You can read my full review here.
My stop of the tour brings you an excerpt of this police procedural. Check it out!
EXCERPT FROM MISSING
“Elaji, are you sure?”
Everybody in town knew Elaji Demba – the agent talking to him that night had never seen him so upset.
“Maybe she decided to sleep over at a friend’s.”
“No, she’s disappeared – we’ve looked for her everywhere. Rama called one of my daughter’s school mates – Ami wasn’t at school this morning.”
“Did you try to call her on the phone?”
“Ami doesn’t have a mobile phone.”
“Listen, Elaji – does Ami have a boyfriend? Maybe they just…”
“Noo!” Elaji roared, as he banged his fists on the balcony’s balustrade.
“She’s a baby, a little girl. Somebody kidnapped my little Ami.”
“Okay, Elaji, relax now. We’ll find her, trust me. I’ll ring the police commissioner.”
A quarter of an hour later, Elaji Demba told Lieutenant Corbi, the police commissioner and head of the central police station, of the events of the day. As on every other day, Ami had left the house early in the morning to catch the school bus to Crema. Initially, Rama hadn’t wanted her daughter to commute so far to school, but there were no high schools in town and Elaji had made a decision – Ami was a promising student, she was well behaved and she loved studying. She had a right to her yokute.
That day, school had finished around 4 p.m. and Ami should have been back home by 6 p.m. – at that time, both Rama and Elaji were still at work. That night, Ami hadn’t come home. That morning, she hadn’t turned up at school.
“Somebody kidnapped her,” Elaji repeated. “Somebody kidnapped her.”
Within a few minutes, the police commissioner verified that no black girl had been admitted to any neighbouring hospitals and none of the local police stations had issued a report concerning anybody of Ami’s description.
It had been an hour since Elaji Demba had made his appearance at the central police station. Lieutenant Corbi pulled a grim expression, then decided to call a number at the police headquarters in Milan.
Police Commissioner Sensi’s mobile phone vibrated at 9 p.m. He was following, with little interest and some irritation, a talk show on TV, whilst slumped in his armchair.
“An underage girl has been reported missing.”
For cases like this, a new European protocol of intervention had been introduced a few months earlier, in order to extend the search to a national level as quickly as possible. This protocol acknowledged that the first few hours are paramount to the investigation and instructed the police to spread a message across the country on displays at harbours, airports, motorway services and train stations. Furthermore, the information should be broadcast on radio and television, internet websites and by telephone providers. A little later on, if the gravity of the situation justified it – for almost all suspected kidnappings were usually resolved in a matter of days – the police would form an inter-force investigative unit to co-ordinate the search.
Sensi had been charged with the co-ordination of the project for the Lombardy region.
“Aminata Demba, commonly known as Ami, fourteen years old.”
The first thing that Sensi had to decide was whether he had to activate a crisis unit, together with the standard warnings according to the protocol.
“We have been unable to trace any sightings of her since 7:30 a.m. today, when she left home to go to school.”
“It’s been fourteen hours already.”
“We received a notification from the local police station – they carried out the first investigative steps with no results.” The policeman on the telephone had written a short report of all the information known to date. “We’ve gathered enough information about the little girl,” he concluded. “and she doesn’t sound like somebody who would leave home out of the blue. This sounds like a serious case.”
“Yes. Send out the notifications immediately, I’ll be at the office soon. If we don’t solve the case by midnight, we’ll activate a crisis unit. Call Inspector Maiezza – I want to talk to him as soon as possible.”
“Fourteen hours,” Sensi mumbled to himself as he drove through Milan at night. It had been a long time already.
Elaji Demba’s house had become increasingly more crowded. The small Senegalese community in the town had gathered to support the family. Friends and neighbours had also gathered outside their house. It was clear that the Demba family were well known and respected by the whole town. The women were gathered round Rama, who was crying quietly while they prayed for and consoled her; the men were standing around with expressions of impotence mixed with blind rage for an injustice that nobody had the courage to call by its proper name. Every now and again, Elaji repeated to himself: “They kidnapped her… they kidnapped her.”
The search for a missing child reveals she is not the only one… A gripping serial killer thriller for fans of Angela Marsons and Jeffrey Deaver.
In a little village in Lombardy, it’s a cold November morning when Ami, steps out of her house to go to school… and never comes back. As soon as her father raises the alarm, a frantic search begins. The investigation is led by Police Commissioner Sensi. His men immediately find a trail to follow, but it soon proves to lead nowhere. Three months later, Police Commissioner Sensi decides to visit Dr Claps, an old friend and a renowned criminologist, who guesses from his first few words the real reason for the visit.
It’s not just about Ami; she’s not the only little girl to have disappeared.
Monty Marsden, a Tuscan by birth, grew up in Milan, where he studied medicine and still works. He lives in the province of Bergamo, with his wife and four children.
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