âWere you and Graham close, Joan?â
âAs close as any brother and sister with two years between them can be in their teens,â said Joan with a rueful smile. She sat on the floor in front of the television and crossed her legs. âActually, Iâm not being fair. Graham wasnât like most other boys his age. He even bought me presents. He didnât tease me or torment me. If anything, he was very protective.â
âFrom what?â
âSorry?â
âWhat did he have to protect you from?â
âOh, I didnât mean anything in particular. You know, just in general. If anyone tried to bully me or anything like that.â
âBoys?â
âWell, I was only twelve when he disappeared, but yes, there were a couple of over-amorous local lads he sent packing.â
âWas Graham a tough lad?â
âNot really,â said Mrs. Marshall. âMind you, he never backed away from a fight. When we moved and he first went to school here, there was a bit of bullyingâyou know, the way they always like to test the new kidâbut in his first week our Graham took on the school bully. He didnât win, but he put up a good fight, blacked an eye and bloodied a nose, so nobody bothered him after that.â
Michelle was wondering how difficult it would be for someone to abduct and murder Graham Marshall if he could put up a good fight. Might it have taken two people? Might he have been drugged or knocked unconscious first? Or was it someone he knew and went with willingly? âYou said you moved up here?â Michelle went on. âWould that be from the East End?â
âIt still shows, does it, after all these years? Once a Cockney, always a Cockney, I suppose. Not that Iâm ashamed of it. Yes, we came from Bethnal Green. We moved around a fair bit because of Billâs work. Heâs a bricklayer. Or he was. Weâd only been here a year or so when it happened. Graham had just finished third form at the local grammar school.â
âBut you stayed on after.â
âYes. There was plenty of work, what with the new town business. Plenty of building. And we like it here. It suits us.â
âMrs. Marshall,â said Michelle, âI know itâs a long time ago, but can you tell me what sort of things Graham was interested in?â
âInterested in? Oh, the usual boysâ stuff. Football. Cricket. And pop music. He was pop-music crazy. Weâve still got his old guitar upstairs. Practiced chords for hours, he did. Mind you, he read a lot, too. Graham was the sort of lad who could amuse himself. He didnât always need someone to entertain him. Loved to read about space. You know, science fiction, rockets to Mars, green-eyed monsters. Space-mad, he was.â She looked at the photograph and a faraway expression came over her features. âJust the day before heâ¦well, there was some sort of rocket launch in America, and he was so excited, watching it on telly.â
âDid he have many friends?â
âHe made quite a few around here,â Joan answered. She looked at her mother. âWho was there, Mum?â
âLet me remember. There was the Banks lad, of course, they were very close, and David Grenfell and Paul Major. And Steven Hill. Some others, maybe, but those five all lived on the estate, so theyâd walk to school together, play cricket or football on the rec, listen to music together, swap records. That sort of thing. Some of their parents still live here. Those who are still left alive, that is.â
âWas Graham a popular boy?â
âIâd say so, yes,â said Mrs. Marshall. âHe had an easygoing nature. I canât see how he could possibly have offended anyone. Iâm not saying he was perfect, mind you. He was a normal teenage lad, and he had his fair share of high spirits.â
âWas he a bright lad?â
âHe did well at school, didnât he,
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