It was a cold and gloomy Sunday afternoon in Beckton, East London, on the 2nd of October, 1994.  Daniel Handley, a helpful nine-year-old, had returned home after earning a few coins at the local supermarket, where he often helped out customers to load their cars with their shopping.

As he always did in his free time, he had then asked his mother, Maxine, if he was allowed to go to play at Alan's house, his best friend.  Unknown to the dangers lurking around, Maxine had agreed to his request with strict instructions to be back at 6 o'clock.

However, by the time 6 o'clock had rolled around, Daniel still needed to come home. Four hours more passed and there was still no sign of him.

Maxine Handley, immediately knew something was wrong and started looking for him. She went door to door, searching, going to all the neighbours with whom she knew to be Daniel's playmates, yet, there was no sign of her son anywhere.

Soon hours turned into days, and then weeks, and there was still no Daniel. Witnesses would come forward saying they had seen him riding his silver saddle-less bike that night, but all the conflicting information and signs of Daniel did not help find him.

Where was Daniel Handley? Had he run away? Had he been hurt by his mother’s boyfriend?? Or worse, has he been abducted? Law enforcement would look into every possible scenario, each leading to a dead end.