The detective on the doorstep flashed his warrant card. At his shoulder, his partner did the same.
“Mr Bear? We’d like to have a word with you.”
“Oh?” Daddy Bear’s eyebrows went up. “What about?”
“A girl has gone missing.” He held up a photograph of a pretty face framed by a shock of golden hair. “We wondered if you might have seen something. Anything. Her mother, as you can imagine, is frantic with worry.”
“I can imagine,” said Daddy Bear. He called over his shoulder. “Love, have you seen a young girl around here recently?”
“You what, love?” Mummy Bear came from the kitchen to join her husband in the hallway. She was holding a tea towel and drying a breakfast bowl.
“Young girl,” said Daddy Bear. “These policemen are asking questions.”
The corners of Mummy Bear’s mouth turned down and she shook her head. “Can’t say that I have. Sorry.”
“Muuuuumm!” came a high voice from the living room. “I’ve got glue on me!”
Mummy Bear rolled her eyes. “Kids! I told him to let it dry.”
She handed her husband the bowl and the towel and padded into the living room.
“It’s a bugger to get off it you don’t leave it to soak,” said Daddy Bear.
The detective frowned. “What is? Blood?”
“Porridge,” said Daddy Bear.
“Can we come in for a minute?” the detective stepped forward. Daddy Bear shrugged and stepped back.
The detective and his partner headed into the living room where they found Mummy Bear trying to tug a chair leg from a young cub’s fur.
“What happened here, then?” the detective took in the scene.
“Bloody cheap furniture,” said Daddy Bear. “Swedish rubbish, I think.”
A thud from overhead made everyone look at the ceiling. A panicked look passed between Mummy and Daddy.
“Probably the bed collapsing,” Daddy Bear smiled uneasily. “Swedish too, I expect.”
“What have you got against the Swedish?” the detective’s eyes narrowed.
“Nothing!” Daddy Bear stammered. “It’s just that the instructions are so difficult to follow, and you try using an Allen key with paws the size of dinner plates.”
A second thud, louder than the first.
“She’s awake!” cried Baby Bear.
The detectives ran up the stairs.
“Shit,” said Daddy Bear.