Children Traffickers

 Children Traffickers

by

Austin Mitchell

I can’t tell anybody how I’m still schocked by what Harden did.  I was principal of Mc

Cauley High School out in Keswick in St. Catherine. Harden joined our staff in my fifth year as principal.

All his records were checked and they seemed okay. The minute he was employed he got right down to business. He taught Information Technology, Principles of Business and Accounting. His students got very good grades and his classes were the most sought after. I had a feeling that other students from nearby schools were relocating to Mc Cauley because of the good grades we were getting.

                It was now more than two years since Harden was at the school. He was also a first class chef    and I remembered going to some of his cookouts. He told us of his travels to all parts of the world and of the various culinary skills he had picked up. He had a way with women and at first I paid no attention to the various rumours I heard. So long as it didn’t involve the female population at the school I was quite willing to let it pass. Harden was still getting his grades and I was pleased with that.

                We started to think that something was amiss when Dailyn Russell, a student attending a Kingston school but resident in Keswick, disappeared. Then Raquel Nolan a twelve grader from our school disappeared. I knew that both Raquel and Dailyn were neighbours. Both girls had behavioural issues. Raquel had to seek counselling at least twice. I heard about Dailyn and the trouble she was giving her parents.

                I knew that Harden carried a gun.

                “When I returned home I had to put out a step-brother of mine. He was living at my house and refusing to pay the utilities. I found that the light and water had been bridged. He’s been threatening me ever since I put him out,” he told me. 

                I didn’t object to him carrying a gun to school as he told me that he had it in his pouch. I was sure that none of the students knew or suspected that he was armed.

                One evening I was at school when a man with a foreign accent drove up and asked for Hayden. I told him that Hayden had gone home. The man looked like one of those Latinos to me.  I had visited quite a few of those countries to know how the typical Latino looked and spoke when he was not speaking his native tongue. I put nothing to it reasoning that Hayden would have made many friends on his numerous travels abroad.

                Then Carlene Parchment, a student from probably the most prominent high school in the Corporate Area, disappeared. She was from Keswick but living in Kingston. She only came up some weekends to visit her parents.

                It appeared that she took a minibus and came off part of the way where she was whisked away by a waiting motor car. Then I heard a rumour that Harden had been involved with all three girls.

                “My God, who told you that, Russell? It’s an absolute lie.”

                “Have the police said anything to you?” I asked him.

                “The police have better sense than to go off rumours.”

                I let it rest but I knew I would be watching him from now on.

                During the Summer holidays Harden decline to teach Summer school but went abroad. A girl by the name of Delene Nugent disappeared. She was not from Mc Cauley High but from a nearby school.

                Harden returned from his holidays looking as fresh as ever. He told us of having visited friends in Ghana, Nigeria and Zimbabwe and of good they treated him. Things started off normally, being the beginning of the school year

For some time nothing happened but the police still felt that something was up. A group of well thinking people from several communities had formed a group to help the police patrol at nights. None of us were armed as we were just volunteers.

One night the police spotted a car and signalled the driver to stop but the driver disobeyed us and sped away. Despite the police chasing the car we never caught it. About a month later we signalled a car to stop. Who should emerge from the car but Hayden, he told us that he was coming from woman’s home.  

Into the last term of the school year we were again on patrol when we saw two cars on another road. As we drew close the cars sped away. We caught one of the cars. In the car were two young girls and two men. The men told us that they were coming from a party. The two girl’s parents were called.

At the police station when the trunk of the car was opened it contained two suitcases. The two girls broke down and confessed that they were going away. The two men confessed that they had been paid to take them to the airport. The car was identified as being owned by Hayden! Hayden denied everything. He said the car was his and the men were his employees. He didn’t know what the two girls were doing in the car. However the police were able to show that Hayden had actually paid for the tickets for the two girls. He was arrested and charged a few days later. He refused to tell us what happened to the girls who had disappeared. At the moment he is in jail awaiting trial. The End. Please visit the Austin G Mitchell pages at Amazon for a look at my books.