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On Friday, Feb 12, Denise accompanied her brother’s
girlfriend Nicola to the Bootle Strand Shopping Center and, of
course, she brought James. At 2:30 they entered the modern,
two-story shopping center. Inside, ceramic tile lined the walkways,
and natural lighting filled the space. Nicola had to exchange some
underwear at TJ Hughes, and Denise waited nearby, watching the
children. For a moment James disappeared from sight. He was getting
antsy, and made a fuss if he had to ride in the stroller. James
wandered, but soon cried out, frightened to suddenly find himself
alone.
Denise picked him up and they left TJ Hughes. She bought
the children a snack, hoping to quiet James down. But the
two-year-old was full of energy. At a children’s clothing store he
tossed around baby’s clothes and at another store grabbed some
candy and juice before Denise could stop him. They would be leaving
soon, after one last stop at the butcher’s shop. Denise went in,
leaving James by the door. Since there wasn’t a line, so she
figured James, who was squirming and fussing in her arms, would be
okay for a moment on his own.
The butcher mixed up the order, occupying Denise a little
longer than she expected. Nicola, her companion, had just seen James
playing with a cigarette butt by the door. When the young mother
left the shop to scoop up her child, he was gone. She ran back
inside, flustered. “I was only in the shop a few seconds. I turned
round and he’d gone,” she cried.
The truants
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Jon Venables (left) & Robert Thompson
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That same morning, Jon Venables left his Merseyside home
for school. He carried a note from his mother, requesting that he be
allowed to take the class gerbils home, where he could care for them
over the upcoming holiday break. But down the road, Jon ditched his
school bag in his favorite hiding place. He saw Robert Thompson, who
was hanging out with his little brother. Both were “sagging,”
cutting class. Not that they had anything else to do. Both Jon and
Robert hated school, where they felt like outcasts. Both had been
kept behind a grade, a common denominator of shame. They became
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That Friday, they walked to the Bootle Strand. As they
strolled through the mall, browsing the stores, sales people watched
them closely. Their school uniforms signified their truancy, their
potential for trouble.
Jon and Robert came to the shopping center to steal. It
didn’t seem to matter what. They lurked around the counters,
pocketing whatever was in reach when the salesperson was busy. They
stole batteries, enamel paint, pens and pencils, a troll doll
(Robert collected trolls), some fruit and candy, makeup, and other
trinkets. They swiped a wind-up toy soldier, played with it on the
escalator, and tossed it down the moving steps. They discarded much
of what they took. Stealing was the fun part.
Everywhere, Jon and Robert were told to leave. They kicked
a can of enamel paint until it started to leak. They teased an
elderly woman, poking her in the back, then running off. They
climbed all over the chairs at a McDonald’s until they were chased
out. Shop clerks asked them, why aren’t you in school? They lied
and said it was a holiday.
“Let’s get a kid”
Whose idea was it to lure a child? In custody, Robert
claimed Jon said, “Let’s get a kid, I haven’t hit one for
ages.” But Jon blamed Robert. “Let’s get this kid lost,” he
quoted Robert as saying, “let’s get him lost outside so when he
goes into the road he’ll get knocked over.” Perhaps both are
telling the truth, perhaps they became giddy as they talked about
taking a child. Was the idea first brought up as a joke, a dare?
Boys talk tough, exaggerating their feats, goading one another to
bigger challenges. Was Jon desperate to impress his tough friend?
Was Robert trying to maintain his hooligan act? Neither would
chicken out or back down once the challenge “let’s get a kid”
was made. By stealing a baby, it seems, they were proving to each
other that they were not babies themselves.
In the department store TJ Hughes, a woman noticed her
three-year-old daughter and two-year-old son were playing with a
couple of older boys. The boys, Jon and Robert, were kneeling down,
opening purses and snapping them shut, attracting the kids’
attention. She called them back, but they strayed off again. After
she paid for her item, she found her daughter and asked her where
her baby brother was. “Gone outside with the boys,” she said.
The mother raced outside and yelled her child’s name. She saw Jon
and Robert, motioning to her son to come along. He had already
followed them this far. But when Jon saw her, they froze. “Go back
to your mum,” they said, and the two boys quickly disappeared.
Later, Jon and Robert went to a concession stand near the
butcher’s shop, hoping to pocket some candy, but the stand was
closed. As they stood there for a moment, wondering what to do next,
Jon spotted a little boy in a blue anorak by the butcher’s door.
He was eating Smarties.
“Come on, baby,” said Jon. James followed and Jon took
him by the hand.
As they walked through the Strand, a few women noticed the
threesome. Sometimes James ran ahead. The older boys were calling to
him: “Come on, baby.” Together, they left the shopping
center. The video camera captured them as they left at 3:42 p.m.
“The little boy’s gone missing”
Denise was panicked. She was directed to the security office, where
she described her son. He was wearing a blue anorak and grey
sweatsuit. His tee-shirt had the word “Noddy” printed on it, and
his blue wool scarf had a white cat face. Security wasn’t alarmed
-- it was routine to announce the names and descriptions of lost
children over the loudspeakers. But no one responded. Denise and
Nicola searched the shops and again called the security officers --
still no James. At 4:15 p.m. they called the Marsh Lane Police
Station to report a missing child.
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