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  ‘That bad, eh? I’ve heard a lot about them, but never actually met them.’

  ‘It would be interesting to see what you think of them, Ben.’

  ‘Yes.’

  Cooper wondered if Fry had actually told the Renshaws that anyone who had been missing for years was unlikely to turn up again some day. He didn’t feel like supporting her in that opinion just now. He knew only too well that it could really happen.

  Fry straightened her shoulders and her manner changed.

  ‘And how are you getting on with the Oxleys, Ben?’ she said. ‘Are you one of the family yet?’

  ‘Oh, yeah. An in-law that nobody speaks to.’

  ‘Well, you’ll have to keep trying,’ said Fry. ‘Use a different approach or something.’

  ‘A different approach. Right.’

  DCI Kessen didn’t have to wait as long for the room to settle down this morning. His silent, patient style was unsettling some of the officers. They didn’t quite know what to make of him. What was he thinking behind that thin smile? Even DI Hitchens seemed unsure of how to behave.

  Ben Cooper saw that Tracy Udall was here this morning with some of the Rural Crime Team, including Sergeant Jimmy Boyce. He waved to Udall, then hesitated, realizing he should be careful who he sat with, in case it was taken as signifying something. Then he sat on a chair at the back of the room, perching on it as if suggesting that he had to make a quick getaway on urgent business.

  ‘All right, thank you,’ said Hitchens as he opened the briefing. ‘Those of you who’ve been working on leads connected to the bronze bust we found in Neil Granger’s car will know that we’ve had some results. The bust turns out to have been stolen right here in Edendale, from a house called Southwoods Grange, which was burgled two weeks ago. The property is owned by the National Trust, so all the items were recorded and photographed for security. There’s no doubt it’s the same one.’

  ‘How much is it worth?’ asked someone.

  ‘Difficult to say, but I’m told it’s insured for five thousand pounds.’

  ‘Nice. And have we detected this theft, sir?’

  ‘Er, no. But the bust was part of a haul of small items worth considerably more, I’m told. By the time a unit responded to an alarm at Southwoods Grange, the perpetrators had got well clear. There were no solid lines of enquiry to follow, and no sign of any of the stolen property turning up anywhere. Until now.’

  ‘Sir, do you think it might have been the Gavin Murfin Gang practising for the Chatsworth House job?’

  From his seat at the front of the room, Kessen turned his head slowly to look at the DC who had spoken. Very few people laughed, except Murfin, who chortled loudly and winked at his colleague. DI Hitchens smiled, but managed to keep his face turned away from his boss and his voice steady.

  ‘Well, facetiousness aside, we do have some similar MOs on a series of other incidents in the past few months, including some in Longdendale, near where Neil Granger lived.’

  Hitchens looked around the room and found Ben Cooper. ‘As some of you know, the Rural Crime Team have been working on these burglaries in Longdendale for a while. Their intelligence has proved very useful. Also, we have some ongoing checks on a number of Granger’s associates, which will take some time. But a few of them are already looking very promising. Very promising indeed. There are a couple of Neil Granger’s friends who have a string of theft convictions between them.’

  ‘Where are these associates, sir?’ said Cooper. ‘In Tintwistle? Or back in Withens?’

  ‘No, not in Withens. I’m thinking particularly of two former colleagues of Granger’s at Lancashire Chemicals in Glossop, who were recently sacked because they were suspected of pilfering. They’ve both spent time inside on unrelated matters, and Granger has been associating with them. They drink together occasionally at a pub in Mottram. There was some good work done there, establishing that fact so quickly.’

  Hitchens turned to look at Kessen, who nodded and gave everyone his smile. It actually felt as though he had offered effusive congratulations.

  ‘That’s not to say there isn’t a lot more work to be done on Granger’s associates,’ said the DI. ‘Including those in Withens, Cooper. Granger has some relatives there who might be a bit dubious, I gather.’

  ‘They’re mostly kids,’ said Cooper. ‘Nuisance and vandalism, yes; maybe nicking from cars. But I don’t think there’s any suggestion they’re into antiques.’

  ‘Well, we’ll see. We need more information yet before we close down that possibility, so keep on it. The RCT are going to help with that aspect of the enquiry, so we’re lucky to have some help. Neil Granger seems to have known quite a lot of people.’

  ‘The family in Withens, the Oxleys, aren’t terribly co-operative,’ said Cooper.

  ‘Well, stick at it. Try a different approach.’

  ‘Yes, sir.’

  Cooper could feel DCI Kessen’s eyes on him, and decided to keep quiet. A transfer to the Rural Crime Team might come quicker than he expected, if he wasn’t careful.

  ‘Unfortunately, we’re still waiting for any useful forensic results from the scene. The lab has promised us something shortly.’

  There were a few muffled groans. That probably meant that evidence taken from the crime scene had gone to the Forensic Science Service at the cheap rate, so it would take longer to be worked on by the lab. The police had to pay for the services of the FSS per item, so there were budget considerations to take into account. Promises, on the other hand, didn’t cost anything.

  ‘However, if we can line up a few prime suspects, we’re hopeful there will be some contact traces we can use to tie them in to the scene, both the air shaft and the lay-by where Granger’s car was parked. The enquiry team tracing lorry drivers who used the A628 that night is having some success.’

  ‘So what’s the theory?’ said Cooper, forgetting that he had decided to keep quiet. ‘That Neil Granger was a member of a gang of antiques thieves operating in the area?’

  ‘It seems the likeliest explanation for the presence of the bronze bust in his car. It was part of the haul from Southwoods Grange. It’s possible the members of the gang fell out over the proceeds. It happens all the time. Maybe Granger had been trying to keep some items for himself, and the others found out.’

  ‘Why do you think they would meet at that particular spot?’

  ‘It’s quiet enough. And the access is reasonably easy, especially if the rest of the team had a four-wheel-drive vehicle and drove up to the air shaft.’

  ‘It wasn’t particularly convenient for Neil Granger. He left his car in the lay-by, and walked up.’

  ‘We don’t know that he walked up. He may have been in someone else’s vehicle.’

  ‘True.’

  ‘At the scene, we’re intending to do a search of the surrounding area, but it’s mostly heather and bare peat – not much scope for hiding anything.’

  ‘And what about the air shaft?’ said Cooper.

  ‘What about it?’

  ‘There may be no scope for hiding anything in the heather, but what about inside the shaft?’

  ‘It’s too high to reach,’ said Hitchens doubtfully.

  ‘If there was a vehicle here, they might have had a ladder. An aluminium stepladder in the back of an estate car or something. You could do it easily. In fact, if you piled some of these loose stones on top of each other, I reckon one person could give another a leg up, and they could get over the edge.’

  ‘I’ll make a note,’ said Hitchens. ‘And we’ll let the task force do it. They have ladders.’

  ‘Was there anything in Neil Granger’s house?’

  ‘Nothing that has been recognized as an antique, anyway. Not unless you count a set of plaster ducks on the wall in the spare bedroom.’

  ‘Hey, those fetch quite a bit now,’ said Murfin. ‘I saw some at an antiques fair the other day. I couldn’t believe the price. But the guy on the stall said they were kitsch, and most people had chucked t
hem away when they went out of fashion. So they have a rarity value, if they’re genuine.’

  ‘But would you think of nicking them if you broke into somewhere full of proper antiques, Murfin?’

  ‘Probably not.’

  ‘And would you then hang them on the wall in your spare bedroom, with the grottiest wallpaper you could find?’

  ‘No.’

  ‘All right. So there were no other items that looked like stolen antiques. A team is going through all the addresses and phone numbers they could find in the property, but Granger wasn’t very organized, I’m afraid. And none of the names match any of the suspects on the Rural Crime Team’s list of possibles.’

  ‘He’d have to be more than disorganized to leave a list of his criminal associates lying around for us to find,’ said Cooper.

  ‘Stranger things happen. Stupider criminals have been known.’

  ‘This one wasn’t stupid, sir. He hasn’t been making many mistakes.’

  ‘Apart from the one that got him killed.’

  ‘What about this black make-up business?’ said Murfin.

  ‘OK, it’s an unusual form of disguise, but the make-up seems to have been conveniently at hand because of some theatrical group he was involved in rehearsals for.’ Hitchens looked around the room. ‘Anything else we haven’t covered?’

  Diane Fry began to stir slightly on her chair near the front.

  ‘Oh, yes, we haven’t forgotten the possibility of a link to the disappearance of Emma Renshaw, who still hasn’t been found,’ said Hitchens.

  It didn’t sound convincing to Cooper, and Fry didn’t look happy about it. There was a definite air of after-thought. But to his surprise, DCI Kessen seemed to latch on to the subject.

  ‘DS Fry, did you want to explore that a bit?’

  ‘Thank you, sir.’ Fry took a moment to gather her thoughts. Maybe she was equally surprised at being asked for her opinion. ‘I do think we should bear in mind that Neil Granger was supposed to have been the last person to see Emma Renshaw before she disappeared. But we only ever had his word for that.’

  Hitchens slipped naturally into the role of devil’s advocate.

  ‘Yes. But bear in mind that he didn’t have time between leaving the house and arriving at work to do anything much more than drop Emma off somewhere,’ he said. ‘If he didn’t drop her at the railway station, where did he take her? And why should he lie about it?’

  ‘It’s also true that we only have Neil Granger’s word for the time he left the house.’

  ‘But again, there was only a few minutes’ margin there. Alex Dearden left no more than ten minutes before Granger says he did. So the most we could allow him would be, say, twenty minutes.’

  ‘That’s time to do quite a lot,’ said Fry stubbornly.

  ‘To kill Emma and dispose of her body? I don’t think so.’

  ‘If he killed her in the house, her body could have been in the boot of his car while he was at work.’

  ‘Was his car forensically examined at the time?’ asked Kessen.

  ‘No, sir.’

  ‘That’s a pity. A wasted opportunity. It would at least have eliminated that possibility. Did he have the same car as the one we have in our possession now?’

  ‘I’m not sure, sir. I think so.’

  ‘If Emma Renshaw’s body was ever in the boot of his car, Forensics may still be able to get some traces. Bloodstains perhaps, or fibres. You could get that checked out at least, Fry.’

  ‘What about Alex Dearden?’ said Hitchens.

  Fry shook her head. ‘I don’t see how he had time to do anything. Neil Granger saw him leave. And Granger admitted to being the last to see Emma.’

  ‘There’s always the possibility that they were in this together.’

  Kessen looked at Fry apologetically. ‘I’d be more open to that kind of suggestion if you could offer me a motive. One of the boys, yes – an attempted rape, a rejected sexual advance, or something of the kind. We’ve seen it often enough. But two of them conspiring together? Were they particularly friendly?’

  ‘No, sir.’

  ‘So why should Dearden help out Granger, or vice versa?’

  Even Diane Fry was silent at that.

  ‘Of course, Emma Renshaw might have decided she couldn’t afford a taxi,’ said Hitchens. ‘She might have set off to walk to the station, or to catch a bus, or hitch a lift.’

  ‘No one along the route to the station reported seeing her,’ said Fry. ‘In any case, it’s over four miles and she was carrying a bag. Bus drivers didn’t remember her, and no motorist ever came forward to report giving her a lift, or seeing her hitching.’

  ‘That’s not to say it didn’t happen, of course. It’s still open as an option.’

  When the meeting broke up, Cooper watched Diane Fry walk over to speak to DI Hitchens. Perhaps she was pressing her case for Emma Renshaw not to be forgotten. Or maybe she just wanted to be seen to be with the senior officers, and not part of the crowd now squeezing their way towards the door. He waited, and after a few minutes, Fry came towards him.

  ‘OK, I’ve fixed it, Ben,’ said Fry.

  ‘Fixed what?’

  ‘I’ve fixed it for you to come to see the Renshaws with me. I want to get your view on them. Then you can go on to the Oxleys later.’

  ‘Oh, great.’

  ‘Have you thought of a new approach?’

  ‘Yes, I’d thought I’d just take a pile of interview forms and fill in the answers myself right now.’

  21

  On the way into Withens, Ben Cooper and Diane Fry saw a youth walking along the side of the road. He was wearing cargo pants, a parka jacket and a black woollen hat pulled down over his ears.

  ‘Would that be one of the Oxley boys?’ said Fry.

  ‘Where?’

  ‘Walking along the road up ahead.’

  ‘It could be. Sean? Ryan? One of the two.’

  ‘And they’re what age?’

  ‘Fourteen, fifteen.’

  Fry looked at her watch. ‘Why don’t we ask him why he isn’t at school? If he doesn’t actually have a note from his teacher on him, we could insist on giving him a lift home, then talking to his parents.’

  ‘It’s worth a try, I suppose.’

  The youth glanced over his shoulder when he heard the car approaching. Maybe he had been intending to thumb a lift, but he didn’t bother when he saw them. He just carried on walking at the same pace, plodding along the narrow grass verge with his shoulders hunched inside his parka.

  Fry slowed, indicated and pulled into the side of the road in front of him. The boy didn’t look up, but waited until the car had stopped, then suddenly turned and raced off across the heather away from the road.

  ‘Watch out, he’s legging it!’ said Fry.

  ‘Damn.’

  By the time Cooper had released his seat belt and got out of the car, the youth was a couple of hundred yards away, his arms and legs flailing as he weaved and splashed across the boggy ground towards the nearest clough, where he would soon be out of sight.

  Cooper sighed, recognizing the futility of a chase on foot.

  ‘Was it Ryan or Sean?’ said Fry.

  ‘I don’t know.’

  ‘Well, great.’

  ‘It was a good idea,’ said Cooper. ‘Just not good enough.’

  ‘Ben, what do you think of this antiques angle?’ said Fry as they got under way again.

  ‘It’s not for me to say, really.’

  ‘That’s cautious.’

  ‘But if there are some potential suspects …’

  ‘You’re thinking you might be wasting your time with the Oxleys?’

  ‘I know I’m wasting my time with the Oxleys, Diane. They’re never going to talk to me. It’s starting to make me feel like a leper.’

  ‘Don’t worry,’ said Fry. ‘The Renshaws will be happy to talk to you. But only about one subject.’

  Fry introduced Cooper to Howard and Sarah Renshaw, and he was allowed t
o sit on the settee next to Edgar the teddy.

  ‘Can I ask you something that may not appear very relevant?’ said Fry.

  Howard Renshaw smiled faintly. ‘We’ve been asked so many questions that we’re hardly in a position to know what’s relevant and what isn’t any more. So go ahead.’

  ‘You’ve told me about your house in Marple, and how much you liked living there …’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘From what I’ve heard, it sounds a very pleasant area. Nice neighbours, good schools, close to the countryside but near enough to get into Manchester or Sheffield easily. And you said you made lots of friends in the neighbourhood.’

  ‘That’s right. So what did you want to ask?’

  ‘What on earth,’ said Fry, ‘made you move to Withens?’

  Sarah laughed. ‘Well, first of all, you have to realize that it was over twenty years ago, when Emma was very small. We were different people then.’

  ‘We were twenty years younger ourselves,’ said Howard. ‘I think that had a lot to do with it.’

  ‘Yes, you’re right.’

  Howard perched on the arm of Sarah’s chair. Fry expected her to touch his arm or even hold his hand. Previously, it would have been the sort of gesture she would have noticed between them. But Sarah didn’t do that. Instead, she rearranged her skirt and held her hands in her lap.

  ‘The thing about Withens,’ she said, ‘is that it’s a kind of separate world on its own. When we saw it, we realized it was nothing like all those nice commuter villages we’d known before. It was much more real. Do you know what I mean?’

  ‘Not exactly.’

  ‘There was something rather spiritual about it. To us, then, it seemed like the sort of place we wanted to bring up a child.’

  Fry sneaked a glance at Cooper. His expression told her what she wanted to know. Maybe he was thinking of the Oxleys and having difficulty locating the spirituality.

  ‘We fell in love with Withens almost as soon as we saw it,’ said Howard.

  ‘Did you?’

  ‘It was summer when we first came,’ said Sarah.

  ‘Yes?’

  ‘It can be a little difficult in the winter.’

  Sarah laughed at her husband. ‘We were so innocent, weren’t we? One of the first things we did was take down a big stone wall at the back of the house. It must have been ten feet high, and we couldn’t understand why anybody had built it there. It didn’t seem to have any purpose at all – not something of that height.’