‘No further forward on Karen, and now this! Missing for a week; no sign; nothing; not a whisper. Disappeared by the towpath just like Karen. Worked at Riddles, just like Karen!’

Reg Makepeace banged on his desk.

‘And the girl had a connection to Rod Beckinsale’.

‘Don’t remind me, Dave’.

‘Smoke sir?’

Makepeace accepted the cigarette, studied it, then put it down on the desk and stared at it. Wilson looked at his guvnor; felt sorry for him; being leaned on by the top brass and pilloried by the press. What was he supposed to do, when there was so little to go on?

‘Shall we call Beckinsale in again, sir?’

Makepeace shook his head.   

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