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“Stolen.” She placed a photograph on his desk. It showed a young man in his late twenties, sandy-haired, with kind eyes and a slightly crooked smile. “That’s Thomas. He’s thirty-one. He has the mental age of a child of nine. Last week, he vanished from his care home in Surrey. The police say he probably just got lost. But I know Thomas. He wouldn’t leave his stuffed rabbit, Mr. Roberts. Not voluntarily.”
