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Deans replied quickly, turning back towards them. ‘Yes, yes, it is. You’re very lucky to live here.’
Neither of them answered.
They all took a seat, Mr and Mrs Poole together on the sofa and Deans on a single chair that was further away from them than he would have liked.
Deans half-smiled awkwardly, and then began.
‘I’m the officer in the case for Amy’s disappearance, and responsible for the overall missing person investigation, even though I’m based in Bath.’
Both faces stared blankly at him.
‘I’m involved because the original report was made in Bath, so the investigation remains with us, although I’ll be liaising with local officers here.’ He stopped to allow an opportunity for any questions. There were none.
‘As well as formally introducing myself to you today, I’d like to ask you some questions about Amy, if that’s okay?’
Mr Poole did not respond but Mrs Poole nodded compliantly and said, ‘Yes, of course.’
‘I take it that you’ve had no further contact from Amy since we last spoke?’
‘No,’ Mrs Poole said softly.
‘How often would you normally expect to hear from Amy?’
‘I wasn’t expecting to hear from her until yesterday evening,’ Mrs Poole said, glancing over to her husband. ‘That’s why we had no idea she had gone missing.’
Deans imagined they were both feeling an element of guilt for not knowing Amy was missing.
‘Please, don’t think that you could’ve done anything differently to avoid this situation.’
Mrs Poole acknowledged the gesture with a subtle nod of the head. ‘Thank you.’ Mr Poole did not move.
‘Tell me more about Scott Parsons.’
‘Well, he’s a lovely boy,’ Mrs Poole replied. ‘They used to be an item actually, for many years.’ She paused and looked towards her husband again. ‘Long-distance relationships rarely work in my experience, and it wasn’t doing either of them any good.’
‘He hasn’t tried to contact you?’
Mrs Poole leant forward, and gripped her knees. ‘No. Do you think he should have?’
‘I don’t know,’ Deans replied. ‘I’m just trying to gather all the information I possibly can at the moment, Mrs Poole.’
Truth was, he thought it was strange Scotty had not shown any concern given his alleged closeness to Amy. Unless he did not know she was missing either.
‘Would Amy have met up with anyone else while she was down in Devon?’
Mrs Poole shrugged. ‘No, I don’t think so. She has many other friends but I wasn’t aware that she intended meeting anyone specifically, other than Scotty, of course.’
‘I noticed a yellow Beetle out on the road. Is that Amy’s?’
‘Yes,’ she replied.
Deans detected that Mrs Poole was becoming distracted.
‘Mrs Poole, would it be possible to see Amy’s bedroom, please?’
‘Yes, of course. I’ve already looked around it, I hope that’s okay?’
‘Of course, Mrs Poole.’
She raised herself up from the sofa but Mr Poole remained seated. Deans stood up simultaneously and followed her upstairs to the first floor and a closed door.
Deans pulled on a pair of vinyl gloves and noticed alarm in Mrs Poole’s face.
‘Standard practice,’ he said in a reassuring tone.
Mrs Poole turned the handle, opening the door a fraction and then moved to the side allowing Deans to do the rest. It was a large, pristine bedroom with views to the front of the house and an en suite stone-tiled wet room. Deans had always wanted a wet room himself but Maria was less keen, so that meant they did not have one.
It was far bigger than his own bedroom and contained expensive-looking furniture. Framed photographs were dotted around. One caught his eye on the bedside cabinet. It showed Amy with a male of around her age and both looked very happy. Probably taken several years before, going by the picture Jessica had shown him. They were both wearing beach gear and looked well suited. He was a handsome-looking lad, and the position of the photograph in
Neither of them answered.
They all took a seat, Mr and Mrs Poole together on the sofa and Deans on a single chair that was further away from them than he would have liked.
Deans half-smiled awkwardly, and then began.
‘I’m the officer in the case for Amy’s disappearance, and responsible for the overall missing person investigation, even though I’m based in Bath.’
Both faces stared blankly at him.
‘I’m involved because the original report was made in Bath, so the investigation remains with us, although I’ll be liaising with local officers here.’ He stopped to allow an opportunity for any questions. There were none.
‘As well as formally introducing myself to you today, I’d like to ask you some questions about Amy, if that’s okay?’
Mr Poole did not respond but Mrs Poole nodded compliantly and said, ‘Yes, of course.’
‘I take it that you’ve had no further contact from Amy since we last spoke?’
‘No,’ Mrs Poole said softly.
‘How often would you normally expect to hear from Amy?’
‘I wasn’t expecting to hear from her until yesterday evening,’ Mrs Poole said, glancing over to her husband. ‘That’s why we had no idea she had gone missing.’
Deans imagined they were both feeling an element of guilt for not knowing Amy was missing.
‘Please, don’t think that you could’ve done anything differently to avoid this situation.’
Mrs Poole acknowledged the gesture with a subtle nod of the head. ‘Thank you.’ Mr Poole did not move.
‘Tell me more about Scott Parsons.’
‘Well, he’s a lovely boy,’ Mrs Poole replied. ‘They used to be an item actually, for many years.’ She paused and looked towards her husband again. ‘Long-distance relationships rarely work in my experience, and it wasn’t doing either of them any good.’
‘He hasn’t tried to contact you?’
Mrs Poole leant forward, and gripped her knees. ‘No. Do you think he should have?’
‘I don’t know,’ Deans replied. ‘I’m just trying to gather all the information I possibly can at the moment, Mrs Poole.’
Truth was, he thought it was strange Scotty had not shown any concern given his alleged closeness to Amy. Unless he did not know she was missing either.
‘Would Amy have met up with anyone else while she was down in Devon?’
Mrs Poole shrugged. ‘No, I don’t think so. She has many other friends but I wasn’t aware that she intended meeting anyone specifically, other than Scotty, of course.’
‘I noticed a yellow Beetle out on the road. Is that Amy’s?’
‘Yes,’ she replied.
Deans detected that Mrs Poole was becoming distracted.
‘Mrs Poole, would it be possible to see Amy’s bedroom, please?’
‘Yes, of course. I’ve already looked around it, I hope that’s okay?’
‘Of course, Mrs Poole.’
She raised herself up from the sofa but Mr Poole remained seated. Deans stood up simultaneously and followed her upstairs to the first floor and a closed door.
Deans pulled on a pair of vinyl gloves and noticed alarm in Mrs Poole’s face.
‘Standard practice,’ he said in a reassuring tone.
Mrs Poole turned the handle, opening the door a fraction and then moved to the side allowing Deans to do the rest. It was a large, pristine bedroom with views to the front of the house and an en suite stone-tiled wet room. Deans had always wanted a wet room himself but Maria was less keen, so that meant they did not have one.
It was far bigger than his own bedroom and contained expensive-looking furniture. Framed photographs were dotted around. One caught his eye on the bedside cabinet. It showed Amy with a male of around her age and both looked very happy. Probably taken several years before, going by the picture Jessica had shown him. They were both wearing beach gear and looked well suited. He was a handsome-looking lad, and the position of the photograph in
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