Blind to the Bones. Stephen Booth

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      ‘I don’t think Emma found it a problem. She is a very well-balanced girl.’

      ‘Apart from the stress she suffered because of the work and the exams.’

      ‘Yes.’

      Mr Renshaw had been listening to his wife carefully. Now he looked at Fry. ‘She isn’t the sort of girl to kill herself,’ he said. ‘We’re quite sure of that.’

      ‘Oh, quite sure,’ agreed his wife.

      ‘Thank you.’ Fry sighed. She had noticed that every time she slipped up and used the past tense in referring to Emma, one of the Renshaws corrected her gently.

      ‘You realize there’s no reason why she shouldn’t come back,’ said Sarah.

      ‘It’s been over two years now, Mrs Renshaw.’

      ‘But there’s no reason why she shouldn’t come back.’

      Howard Renshaw leaned forward with a smile, trying to look like a helpful intermediary, ready to calm the situation and smooth over the sudden tension.

      ‘There are plenty of young people who go missing for long periods of time,’ he said helpfully.

      ‘Yes, I know, Mr Renshaw,’ said Fry.

      ‘And many of them turn up again, safe and sound – sometimes after several years.’

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘And you know perfectly well that the police enquiries at the time found no evidence of a crime.’

      ‘No,’ said Fry.

      But Howard Renshaw was sharp enough to catch her hesitation.

      ‘At least, that’s what they told us,’ he said, suddenly fixing her with an accusing stare.

      ‘There’s some new evidence,’ said Fry.

      ‘Evidence?’

      ‘I’m afraid Emma’s mobile phone has been found.’

      ‘Where?’ said Howard immediately.

      ‘In woodland a little way outside Chapel-en-le-Frith.’

      ‘Can you tell us exactly?’

      ‘I’d rather not at the moment, sir. Obviously, we want to examine the area thoroughly before we come to any conclusions.’

      Sarah Renshaw was smiling. ‘Well, that explains why we were never able to contact her, if she had lost her mobile phone. I suppose it was stolen.’

      ‘Well, it’s possible,’ said Fry. ‘But there could be other interpretations. We’re keeping our options open.’

      ‘What are you saying?’

      Fry could hear the rising note in Sarah Renshaw’s voice, and she began to feel uneasy. She was aware of Gavin Murfin shuffling on his chair next to her, as if he wanted to get up and leave the room.

      ‘I’m not trying to upset you, Mrs Renshaw. It’s just that we’re going to have to look at the circumstances again, and –’

      ‘And what?’

      Sarah Renshaw was getting flushed. Fry desperately cast around for something to calm her down. She looked at Mr Renshaw, hoping for his placatory intermediary act right now. It didn’t come. But Sarah calmed herself with her own thoughts.

      ‘I lit a candle the night she didn’t come home,’ she said. ‘There’s been a candle burning for her ever since.’

      Fry nodded, not knowing what to say, and decided to say nothing.

      ‘I need to make some initial enquiries,’ she said, ‘but then I’d like to come and see you at home, if that’s all right. Perhaps tomorrow.’

      ‘Tomorrow afternoon,’ said Sarah. ‘That would be fine.’

      ‘Will you be talking to Emma’s friends again?’ asked Howard.

      ‘Yes. I plan to start with Alex Dearden and Neil Granger.’

      ‘Alex is a nice young man,’ said Sarah. ‘I hope that he and Emma might get together some day.’

      The Renshaws looked at the clock, and then at their watches.

      ‘We have to go,’ said Howard.

      ‘We’re going to wait for Emma at the underpass,’ said Sarah.

      Fry stared at her. ‘Sorry?’

      Sarah smiled and patted Fry’s sleeve as she stood up. ‘Don’t worry about it,’ she said. ‘We’ve been getting guidance.’

      As soon as the Renshaws had left, Diane Fry got Gavin Murfin to pull out the files on them. Murfin had been right – it would have been helpful if she’d been warned beforehand. But everyone else in E Division seemed to know the whole story, so maybe they had assumed that she knew it as well. It was just one of those little breakdowns in communication that made life so frustrating sometimes. Probably everyone but DI Hitchens had also forgotten that she was herself from Warley, near to where Emma Renshaw had last been seen. Fry had spoken to very few people here in Edendale about her past. One too many, perhaps. But very few.

      She supposed that Howard and Sarah Renshaw had been normal people once. Until that night two years ago, they had been a nice, middle-aged, middle-class couple living in their detached house in Withens. They probably had a barbecue patio and a holiday caravan at Abersoch, as well as a daughter studying for a degree in Fine Art in Birmingham.

      There were a few little facts about them that Fry was able to glean from the files. Apparently, Howard had already been thinking of taking early retirement from his job as director of a major construction company in Sheffield. Maybe he had been wondering every morning whether his bald patch had grown too big to bother combing his hair over it any more. As for Sarah, she had been due to start a year as president of the local Women’s Institute. Probably she had been busy planning a series of events for her presidency, and calculating how much money she could spend on a wardrobe of new clothes.

      One thing was for sure. Both of them had been looking forward to their daughter returning home from university for the Easter holidays, and they had invited their friends and neighbours Michael and Gail Dearden for dinner the following night to admire Emma’s achievements.

      Now, though, the Renshaws had both become a little strange. Fry had seen for herself that they were a bit too inclined to those sudden stares and meaningful glances, to raised voices and flushes of colour, and to odd bursts of excitement, followed by dejection and tears.

      But the files also recorded the fact that they had become a downright nuisance over the past twenty-four months, bombarding the police with theories and suggestions, pleas and demands, letters and phone calls, and dozens of personal visits to any officer whose name they СКАЧАТЬ