‘Tell me what you planned.’
‘Well planned is overstating it! She had hopes of getting away, dreams of where to go, but nothing concrete. She didn’t know what was involved, she’d never been abroad you see. Of course I offered to help her, to set her up somewhere or pay her fare wherever she wanted… I knew she didn’t want to come back to town really, no matter how I’d have liked her to.’
‘And then all of a sudden the timescale was shortened…’
The man took a deep intake of breath, before answering, ‘As I sat across from Thomas at the Club that night, I knew it was now or never, that I hadn’t time to wait — the firm might be going under any day now, and if that happened I’d be ruined, investigated, bankrupted, assets frozen… So I phoned her that evening and offered her ten thousand pounds, I didn’t care where she went on it, along with all the help I could offer her. But that it had to be this week.’
‘And…’
‘And when I suggested it she told me to book a hotel room, and she would be here the next day.
‘You see I knew the trouble this business at the factory would cause,’ continued Aubrey, ‘for the employees, for the whole town. And I thought that if it was all over, then I still had a couple of days to do something good, to make one last positive contribution, to bring back Southney’s Snowdrop.’
‘Good for the town or good for yourself?’
‘For all of us! I’d seen how the town had rallied after her, had put up posters, had searched.’
‘Searches you could have had called off in a minute.’
‘But I didn’t know exactly where she was back then; and what had that all been for anyway? She left a note, she planned to leave! She wasn’t going to be found in a ditch or in the woods.’
‘She was seventeen and she disappeared, people were worried. And that doesn’t answer my question.’
‘How could I tell you what little I did know without giving up the secret? How could I explain how I knew anything about her going?’
‘I suppose you wouldn’t believe me if I told you we met for a coffee and a catch-up?’
It was a glib line from Isobel, and one that jarred with the rest of the conversation. Thankfully though for Cori she didn’t persist in this vein,
‘I’d dug a hole for myself, Sergeant. I didn’t realise the fall-out that my leaving would cause, all the posters and searches and news campaigns; and I couldn’t bear to go back then and be this minor celebrity… and I didn’t want to go back, I’d longed to leave for years. I hoped it might die down, but it went on for months.’
‘And you had your new life.’
‘We did, and we were loving it, I did love it then, no matter how it ended up. And there was also Stephen’s business…’
‘His business?’
‘You can see how he rather relied on anonymity…’
The Sergeant conceded the point. ‘But you were saying, how it ended up… Isobel, was it Stephen who gave you those cuts and bruises?’
Cori had tip-toed into this area as gently as possible, yet Isobel looked suddenly embarrassed, saying without answering,
‘I’m not a crybaby when it comes to these things, Sergeant. I know men get angry, passionate. I’ve seen it… in others too, not just Stephen. I mean, you want a man with a bit of fire in him, don’t you?’ Isobel looked suddenly at Cori as if for the confirmation of this point that only a woman could give, ‘and sometimes they bubble over. It’s just the way it goes.’
Cori though could only inwardly groan at the thought of the awful men this girl must have known.
‘So you decided to get away?’
‘Yes, I wanted to see a bit of the world. I’d gone from being stuck in Southney to stuck with Stephen. And I missed Anthony, so I called him and we talked about it. I couldn’t call my parents you see: I thought they’d want to come and get me and everyone would know where I was.
‘I was trapped there. Twenty-one with no passport or driver’s licence or money of my own; and no way of getting them. I couldn’t move for Stephen’s fear of giving ourselves away to the police or me flashing up on some missing persons register, or however it works. I don’t even have a credit card, I couldn’t even buy my own phone.
‘You won’t believe this, but I was so relieved when you came to take me away.’
She could believe it, yet even as Isobel said this Cori thought she looked so sad.
‘So Anthony planned to help spirit you away?’
‘We discussed it.’
‘Was this in Britain, overseas?’
‘I’m not sure.’
‘But where were you hoping for?
‘I thought somewhere like Spain, I’d always wanted to go there; and it had to be somewhere where Anthony could come and visit me.’
‘But, your passport?’
‘Well at first I didn’t know if I needed one. I mean, aren’t we a part of Europe now? All those Ukrainian people working on farms that you see on the news? They don’t have passports.’
‘If you see them on the news that means they’ve been caught.’
‘Well it didn’t matter anyway, we never got that far. He said I could stay at his place for a while while I figured out what was best.’
Cori had never heard a more hapless scheme, and planned to drill a bit further down into what Anthony Aubrey hoped to achieve by bringing her back. But there was a knock on the door, and the message that the Inspector wanted to compare notes.
Chapter 37 — Release
‘So what was Thomas doing there?’ This had been Grey’s final line of questioning, before knowing he needed to give Anthony Aubrey a break. They had been talking for what felt like hours, and hadn’t started till late.
‘After I spoke to Thomas on Monday evening, things must have still been playing on his mind, for he called again on Tuesday.’
‘He called you at the hotel?’
‘No, on my mobile. I do have one, I don’t use it very often. He had spoken to Alex as I told him to, but he still had the secret to bear and he couldn’t face his father.
‘Now I was in something of a bind. I suppose you know..?’
‘We know that Isobel was there.’
‘Well, he couldn’t come up to the room, but I knew I had to see him. So I told him, I’m at the hotel but I’m just in the middle of a meeting, but my car’s parked outside, so go and wait by it and I’ll be there at seven — I thought I’d take him for a meal at the restaurant. Only, when I got to the car he was nowhere.’
‘You didn’t see anything?’
‘Not a sign.’
Events were coming clear to Grey, he knowing the questions he needed to ask now, no matter how little sense they made to Aubrey.
‘This was the Jaguar you asked him to wait by? Quite a distinctive vehicle.’
‘Oh yes, there’s no chance Tom could have missed it.’
‘Did Stephen Carman know Thomas Long?’
Aubrey shook his head, ‘I can’t imagine how.’
‘So tell me, did you ever meet Stephen Carman?’
‘But what’s that got to do with..?’
‘Please, just a last couple of answers and you can go and have something to eat.’
