When they arrived at the address, they were greeted by the girl’s mother — a neat, slightly nervous woman of about forty. She was surprised by the visit but let them in. The girl stood silently beside her, clutching her teddy bear tightly, and pointed to a spot by the living room wall. Right under the new laminate flooring.

“Where is your husband?” the police first asked.

“On a business trip,” the woman answered quickly. “In another city… I think in… Serbia. Or Slovenia. I don’t remember exactly. He travels a lot.”

“Can you call him?”