take his gaze anywhere else. Ventnor saw him as a short, sturdy man with receding grey hair and who was casually dressed in khaki shorts, leather sandals and a white tee shirt with, somewhat incongruously, Ventnor thought, ‘Hawaii’ emblazoned upon it in eye-catching blue. He seemed to Ventnor to dress like Ventnor did when off duty, sleepily grabbing the first clean item of clothing which came to hand each morning and caring nothing about the image he presented. ‘You’d better come in, sir.’ He stepped aside to allow Ventnor to enter his house. Ventnor found the interior of Prebble’s house to be untidy and poorly ventilated and as such, having a musty smell. Ventnor counted three flies buzzing against the window pane and saw a further two contentedly walking across the glass. ‘See me,’ Prebble smiled meekly, ‘I’m just not the best housekeeper in the world.’ He spoke with a distinct Scottish accent of the Western Isles, softer than the harsh sounding accent of Scotland’s Central Belt. ‘I let things go a wee bit after Angela disappeared and,’ he indicated the room, ‘this is tidy, sir. I mean, I keep things clean, as clean as I can, but I let things lie where I drop them. I know where everything is though. I mean, see that pile of clothes there?’ Prebble pointed to a collection of outer garments which occupied an armchair. ‘In that lot, about halfway down is a pair of binoculars. I haven’t used them since spring time two years ago when I took them to the Dales to look for the peregrine falcon that was reported to be there, and they’ll stay there until I need them again. My wallet’s in my other pair of shorts. This is how I live but our Angie, she couldn’t bear anything out of place. Fussy she was and I did wonder if she was one of the women that had been found. Milking Nook. . what a name for a village, eh?’
‘You are Mr Prebble?’ Ventnor spoke firmly. ‘I’m sorry but I have to be certain as to whom I am talking.’
‘Yes, sir.’ Prebble answered promptly, sharply, deferentially. He was significantly older than Ventnor. ‘David, “Davy”, Prebble. . railwayman all my days, ticket office clerk. It pays our. . my, it pays my mortgage. As you see, the house is no fancy mansion.’
‘It’s very cosy,’ Ventnor smiled. It was, he thought, a fair description of the Prebble household, at the back of the railway station, clearly conveniently close to Davy Prebble’s place of work. ‘These are solid houses. There’s a lot to be said for houses of this vintage. I would not buy a modern house. . nothing later than 1939 for me. I have an inter-war house.’
‘Good for you, sir. As you say, solidly built, it did me and Angie all right.’
‘Good. So. . I read the missing persons report on Angela. You are. . you were Mr and Mrs Prebble?’
‘No, sir. We were Mr and Miss Prebble, brother and sister. We used to live in a small town, a village really on the Isle of Lewis, it was very Free Church of Scotland, which is really anything but free in its attitude. . Sabbath observation, no alcohol on Sundays, all amusement is sinful and then when our Angie fell pregnant to a local boy. . well, the shame was too much for her to bear, so she allowed the bairn to be put up for adoption and she grew to regret that decision so she did, and she especially regretted it after moving to England where folk don’t think the same. . not having a wedded parent is not seen as being so bad.’
‘No, it’s not shameful at all,’ Ventnor agreed, ‘not any more at least.’
‘So, well, I’d been out. . out of the “Wee Free’s” influence. I joined the RAF and did three years with them, just the minimum service. . the air force regiment. . guarding air fields with my rifle and Alsatian, but it did what I wanted it to do, it freed me from the “Free’s”, it got me out of Stornoway, got me away from all that attitude. So, when Angie said she couldn’t go to the Kirk and be made to stand up in front of the congregation to be named along with all the other fallen women of the town and so was going to leave the island, I said I’d go with her. We pooled our money together, so we did, and worked out how far we could get to, and the answer was York. That was twenty years ago, about that sort of time. We rented accommodation and then got jobs, got a mortgage on this wee house and we moved in and let the neighbours think we were man and wife, until they got to be friends and then we told them the truth, but emphasized we had separate rooms. There was nothing like that going on, sir, not ever, nothing untoward at all.’
‘All right. . all right.’
‘Well, do sit down if you can find a space,’ Dave Prebble said with a sheepish smile, ‘it’s all clean. Untidy, yes, but clean. I scrub the bath and toilet and change the bed linen each week, and take clothes to the launderette each week, but things sort of stay where I drop them.’
Ventnor mumbled his thanks and sat on the settee next to a pile of railway enthusiast magazines.
‘So, she has been found,’ Prebble lowered himself on to a pile of clothing and settled as if perched on them, working his way into them until he was comfortable. ‘Her body has been found?’
‘Possibly. We still have to confirm the identity.’
‘I understand, but it’s going to be her. We were very close and I knew harm had come to her when she didn’t return home. She had no reason to run away. . she had no one to go to. She pined for the bairn but she hated Stornoway and she wouldn’t return there. I walked the streets looking for her. I knew I wouldn’t find her but I couldn’t stay at home. . those long nights, then they became weeks, then months. . then years, nearly ten years. I accepted the inevitable a long time ago and realized the only reason the police would call on me was if she had been found.’
‘Well, as I say, there is no definite match but a woman. . the remains of a woman, who was Angela’s height and age at the time of Angela’s disappearance is one of the remains you have heard about.’
‘Yes. . I did wonder, as I told you. How can I help you?’
‘With her positive identification. A full-face photograph, anything with her DNA on it. . failing that, anything with your DNA will do.’
‘DNA. Yes, I heard about that, better at eliminating than proving, I believe?’
‘Yes. British courts cannot convict on DNA evidence alone, but as you say, it’s useful for eliminating suspects and very useful for establishing identities, as in this case.’
‘I see. I don’t think I have a photograph you can use; we didn’t photograph each other as a married couple might. We holidayed separately which is when you’d likely take photographs of each other.’
‘All right, but we’ll need something of hers.’
‘I’ll see what’s in her room.’
‘So what can you tell me about your sister which you think might be relevant to her disappearance?’
‘Glad you added that bit at the end,’ Prebble grinned, ‘because I can tell you a lot about her.’
‘Yes, imagine you can,’ Ventnor smiled. ‘Did she have any enemies, for instance?’
Prebble teetered back on the pile of clothes. ‘No, I don’t think she did. I think it’s safe for me to say that. She had folk she didn’t like. . like all those petty minded Wee Free’s at home. She hated the social worker who persuaded her to give up the bairn for adoption when she should have supported her and encouraged her to keep it, and that was before it was born. . so he was taken from her immediately. She didn’t even get to hold him, not even for a few seconds, that “holier than thou” bitch, Angela hated her, but she wasn’t even sixteen at the time, she was little more than a child herself. He’ll be a man in his twenties now. We don’t even know what his Christian name is. So she had a lot of bad feelings for all that crew up there, but I know of no one who’d want to harm her.’
‘Fair enough. What did your sister do for a living?’
‘Nursery nurse, she worked in a nursery, next best thing to having her own child I suppose.’
‘Which nursery was that?’
‘St Urban’s “First Steps” nursery. . it’s still there, attached to St Urban’s Primary School in Escrick, all part of the St Urban’s experience. Start at eighteen months, or two years, or three years, go right through to eighteen and leave to attend university. Roman Catholic foundation, a very good school; leave full of Catholic guilt, so they say, but they get excellent results. . so they say.’
‘I see.’
‘Well, Angie was down the soft end before they start filling them with the notion of sin and eternal damnation. She was all cuddly toys and beginning of speech. . toilet training. Paid badly but she was content and we survived.’
‘Did she have any friends?’
‘A few. . colleagues mostly, but by and large we kept to ourselves.’
‘Understood. So what was she like as a person?’
‘Angie?’ Davy Prebble inclined his head to one side. ‘I’d describe her as quiet. She would go out occasionally but was always home by nine p.m.’
‘Did she meet up with her colleagues in the evening? That is on those evenings that she did go out?’
‘I can’t tell you, sir, I didn’t pry. She just said she had been with “friends”.’
‘OK. . but you wouldn’t know the names of any of her friends?’ Ventnor pressed Prebble.
