businessman who was waiting with his luggage by the lift. Arms windmilling, he toppled backwards and Kate stumbled, losing a shoe, but she was soon on her feet and running towards the desk. The receptionists stared at her. Everyone in the lobby stared at her. She didn’t give a damn.
She slapped her palms on the desk. ‘Call the police.’
‘Madam, what’s the matter?’ The chief receptionist, with hair tied back in an efficient ponytail, spoke softly.
‘My son. Have you seen my son?’
‘What does he look like?’ The receptionist seemed like she was used to dealing with hysterical guests and spoke to Kate as if she were reporting a dry-cleaning disaster. Kate wanted to reach across the desk and shake her. Her maternal instincts had taken complete control. Nobody, nothing else mattered.
The receptionist said, ‘Can you describe . . .?’
Kate didn’t allow her to finish. ‘He was with one of your babysitters in the hotel room and now he’s gone. They’ve gone.’ Her voice trembled on the last word as she tried to stop herself from crying. She needed to be strong. And these idiots didn’t get it. Another wave of panic crashed through her, nearly knocking her off her feet.
The receptionists exchanged worried looks. One of them said, ‘I’ll get the manager.’
The main receptionist said, ‘What’s your room number, madam?’
Kate shook her head. ‘502. My son has been kidnapped. For god’s sake – just call the police!’ She raised her voice with her last sentence, her words wobbling on the last few words.
The receptionist touched her forearm. ‘Madam, how old is your son? What does he look like? We might have seen him.’
She took a deep breath, tried to calm herself. ‘He’s six. He’s got light brown hair and he was wearing a . . .’ She paused. What had he been wearing? She pictured him sitting on the bed watching TV, already in his pyjamas. She’d made him get ready for bed after his bath because she hadn’t liked the idea of the babysitter undressing him. And now, right now, what was the babysitter doing to him? Betraying him. Betraying both of them. How much had Vernon paid her to do it? Kate fumed inwardly. Where was he?
‘He’s wearing orange Finding Nemo pyjamas, with a big clown fish on the front, you know, from the movie . . .’
The receptionist nodded over Kate’s shoulder. ‘Like that boy over there?’
Kate swung round.
A small figure in orange pyjamas with an open denim jacket over the top of them was tumbling gleefully out of the lift, still clutching Billy the robot. He turned immediately back and pressed the button on the elevator’s side panel as if to summon it, although it was already standing there open, with the babysitter waiting indulgently inside. He was laughing at something the babysitter was saying.
‘Jack!’
Kate ran across the lobby. The moment she reached him she scooped him up and hugged him so tight he shouted, ‘Ow!’
‘Oh thank God . . .’ She turned to the babysitter. ‘What the hell were you doing? You stupid . . .’
‘Mum, Ania let me go up and down in the elevator. It was brilliant. We went right up to the roof and got out and went in the roof garden and I saw all of London.’
Still squeezing him, Kate said, ‘How many times have I told you not to go off with strangers?’
Jack wriggled. ‘Ania’s not a stranger. She’s my friend. Can I get down?’
Kate put him down and turned back to the babysitter, who put her palms up.
‘Hey, I’m sorry – he would not settle so I tell him we can go in the lift as special treat, if he go to sleep straight after. We had a deal.’
Kate narrowed her eyes. ‘Get out of my sight.’
‘I would never have taken him out of the hotel. This is not fair. I did not expect you back so soon. But if that’s the way you feel, I am sorry.’ Ania shrugged and stalked off towards the desk and the gawping receptionists.
Kate knew that in a while she’d feel hot with embarrassment. She would regret shouting at the babysitter, though she thought it was totally out of order to leave the hotel room with Jack for anything less than a fire alarm (she still shuddered at the mere thought of a fire alarm).
She’d feel pretty bad about dragging the woman with the fur coat out of the lift, too, and for knocking over that businessman. If she’d come out of the room two minutes later, Jack would probably have been in the lift already, instead of the fur-clad woman, and all this embarrassment could have been avoided. She’d have to apologise. Right now, though, she just felt relief. Her greatest fear hadn’t come true. Not yet anyway.
She crouched down and stroked Jack’s hair, thinking, from now on, I’m not going to let you out of my sight.
‘So you had fun?’ she said, forcing a smile.
‘Yeah, it was awesome.’ Spotting something behind her, he said, ‘Hey Mum, look. It’s that man.’
‘What?’
‘That man we met today.’
Kate turned her head and found Paul looking back at her from his position by the door.
Paul had walked into the hotel just as Kate emerged from the lift and collided with the unfortunate businessman. He watched with astonishment as Kate bowled past this guy, sprinted over to the reception desk and started gesticulating. He couldn’t hear what she was saying, and could only see the back of her head. What the hell was wrong with her?
Seeing her knock people over and shout abuse at the hotel staff, he wondered whether she deserved the apology he’d planned to give her.
He almost walked straight out again.
But as he turned to go, he saw the kid, Jack, coming through the doors of the same elevator, just minutes later, with some other woman, and then Kate had turned around and the look on her face – the sheer relief – told him the whole story of what was going on here. She wasn’t crazy. She was a mother. Paul didn’t have kids of his own, but he remembered times when he was small and he’d wandered off, obliviously walking around the supermarket or garden centre while his parents searched for him frantically. He remembered their joy and anger when they found him – or sometimes him and Stephen, the two of them having disappeared together.
So instead of leaving, he hung around, waiting for Kate to notice him. He still wasn’t sure about her. He didn’t know anything about her. And although he understood how panicked she must have felt when she came back to the hotel and found her son missing, he still thought she’d over-reacted a little.
Later, when he found out the whole truth, he would understand exactly why Kate had behaved as she did.
‘Do you want to grab a coffee?’ Paul nodded towards the hotel’s lounge area.
Kate
