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conducted a background audit on Korin, though neither a credit check nor her medical history heldany real surprises: she had a steady income from the two days of accountancy work she was doing every week, she had a £15k-a-year pension, and at sixty-two she seemed well – a yearly check-up, just a few months before she went missing, had found her to be in excellent health.
    I moved on and, again, picked up on the detail about how the vehicle had been left; how Korin’s Ford Focus had been locked, her purse and mobile secured in the glove compartment, while her keys – for the car, for the house – were found in some scrub nearby. That rubbed at me, and it had clearly bugged White too. He’d made a couple of notes: ‘Why throw the keys away? Why not leave them or take them with her?’ I thought again about the idea of someone else – and not Korin – throwing them away, and then looked at the photos of the keys in situ. They were at the foot of a tree, in a copse. All the trees had been vandalized with graffiti.
    As I searched White’s paperwork, I got confirmation that he’d managed to secure the CCTV footage from 28 October, as well as footage from the day after Korin vanished, just to be sure she hadn’t, for whatever reason, stayed over and tried to exit the next day. He’d also used the registration plates of the cars that came and went on 28 October to track down potential witnesses, talking to the vehicles’ owners to see if they recalled seeing Korin at the peninsula the day she disappeared. All of them were frequent visitors to Stoke Point, which was good because it meant they knew the place and might have spotted something that didn’t fit. But the frequency of their visits also meant that they struggled to be exact about the day they were there. In fact, while all the people interviewed remembered being at Stoke Point around the time of the disappearance, few could offer muchelse, and one man in his eighties argued he wasn’t there at all on the twenty-eighth, despite being recorded on tape.
    For now, in lieu of the actual footage from the day, I had to make do with printouts from the six seconds Korin had been caught on film. They were all rinsed-out colour stills from Stoke Point’s solitary camera: caught at various stages of her approach was Lynda Korin, visible inside her Ford Focus. The last shot was the back end of the vehicle disappearing through the main gates.
    I kept going and found the transcript of the interview that White had conducted with Wendy over the phone. It was long and detailed, but, while Wendy’s answers were clear and concise, its length didn’t disguise the lack of insight. Just one section leaped out at me, and more because of my personal interest in Robert Hosterlitz, the director.
    WHITE : Lynda was married – is that correct?
    FISHER : Yeah. To Robert. Bob. He died in 1988.
    WHITE : What did he do?
    FISHER : He was a film director. But not a famous one. Well, not by the end, anyway.
    WHITE : That’s, uh … Robert Hosterlitz, right?
    FISHER : That’s right.
    WHITE : Anything in his life that may have come back to bite Lynda? I realize he’s been dead a long time.
    FISHER : I can’t see what. They were very happy. Well, from what I saw of them.
    WHITE : What do you mean?
    FISHER : I just … Look, they were living in Europe. Lyn would fly out to see us once or twice a year, because she’d only have to pay for one ticket, whereas if you put me, my husband and my two kids on a plane it would have cost us four times as much. We didn’t have that sort of money back then.
    WHITE : So are you saying you hardly knew Robert?
    FISHER : She moved to Europe to model in 1971, she got married to him in 1978 after they’d only been dating six months, and then he died in 1988. We didn’t see him enough to know him. We went out to Europe in ’82, and they flew out to us once during the summer of ’79, and then again for Christmas 1984, although that final time he wasn’t