rummaged through it for a few moments, then returned bearing a passport. Annie opened it and saw the photo. It was the same person as in the picture on the mantelpiece. There were no stamps in the passport, which was only two years old. That meant he hadnât been outside the EU.
âHas anything out of the ordinary happened in your lives recently?â
âNot that I can think of.â
âDid you have an argument or anything like that?â
âNo.â
âDid he seem worried, frightened, nervous, anxious? Different in any way?â
âNo, he was the same as normal. But youâre frightening me, asking all these questions.â
âSorry, itâs just routine,â said Annie. âWe have to ask if weâre to try and find him. Did he take the car?â
âYes, of course. We can walk to church, but you need the car to drive up into the dale. Maybe thatâs it! I wouldnât be surprised if that old banger broke down somewhere. Maybe thatâs where he is? Up on the moors in the middle of nowhere with a dead mobile and a clapped-Âout car, hoping the AA might just happen to pass by.â
âCan you tell me the number plate?â
Alex told her and Doug Wilson noted it down. âItâs an old Peugeot. Dirty gray.â
Alex was clutching at straws, Annie thought. Even if Michael Lane had been at home on Saturday night, there was still a better chance that he was now in a lorry helping ship a stolen tractor over to Albania than stranded on the moors in a clapped-Âout Peugeot hoping for the AA to turn up. But Alex didnât need to be told that. To Annie, Michael Lane was still a prime suspect, but to Alex he was a missing loved one. Somehow or other, Annie would have to sort all that out as gently as she could, or she risked losing any valuable cooperation she might need from Alex. It was a tricky balancing act.
âCould Michael be with a friend?â Annie asked. âAnd I donât mean a girlfriend. Do you know any of his mates?â
âHe doesnât really have very many. His life was pretty isolated when he lived up at the farm, you see, and since then, well, most of the friends he did have have moved away, and weâve sort of spent most of our time together. We donât socialize a lot. Going out can be expensive.â
âYou never go out for a drink or anything? Or to a party?â
âSometimes we go to the local for an evening out, if we can afford a sitter for Ian, but not very often. Neither of us is a big drinker, and we just enjoy our own company. Itâs cheaper to get a few cans or a bottle of wine in and watch telly than it is to go out for the night. It sounds boring, I suppose, but weâre happy.â
âCan you think of anyone else at all Michael might have communicated with?â
âThereâs Keith, I suppose. Heâs still here. They went to school together, and they meet up for a game of darts once in a while. But Keith hasnât seen him. I phoned. Graham, too. Heâs married to Angie, whoâs my best friend, really. But Grahamâs a photography nut, and he and Michael get along well. They go off taking photos at various scenic spots around the Dales every now and then. Grahamâs been teaching Michael his way around a camera. As I said, Michaelâs a natural in some ways, but he doesnât know much about theory and techniques, or the history. I canât say I do, either, but Graham does. Thereâs Morgan, too, I suppose. Michael works with him up on the farms sometimes. But I donât like him. Heâs too flash and full of himself. Wears a gold chain and has a spider tattoo on the side of his neck. Head shaved like one of those BNP types, though he isnât. Heâs half black. His dadâs from Barbados. And heâs always flirting with me.â
âDoes Michael like him?â
âThey work together, and they go for a pint together, too,
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