This is from the Sun: It was 7.30 by the time one of the PJ officers drove us away from the police station. Ten or 15 minutes into our journey, the police officer had a call from his station. He suddenly swung the car into a U-turn and drove us at 120mph back to Portimão.
I cannot overstate how terrifying this was. Had Madeleine been found? Was she alive? Was she dead? I was crying hysterically and praying for all I was worth.
She didn't have her Cuddle Cat with her
Back at the police station somebody showed us a photograph, taken from CCTV, of a blonde child with a woman in a petrol station shop. We were asked whether the little girl was Madeleine. She wasn't. We were sent on our way, devastated.
I was very troubled Madeleine didn't have her Cuddle Cat toy with her. Just being able to hold something familiar might have given her a crumb of comfort.
This is from the Diary :We left the police station around 7.30pm to 8pm. After 15 minutes we received a call from the PJ saying we had to go back but they didn't tell us why. We turned around and flew back at around 200 kilometres an hour. Once again frightening. Did they find her' Please God. Is she dead' Prayers. We arrived' they showed us a photo of a girl they'd forgotten to show us from the close circuit TV footage. Not M. Devastating.