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there that don’t look at all related to Dylan but his name must have come up somewhere. I send them all to the printer and promise myself I’ll read them at home, where I can get upset in peace. All the time my mind is running over the clipping that Carole tells me fell from my handbag. Who put it in there? Why? Was it me? Am I crazy? I push the uncomfortable thought away.
    On a whim, I type in my ex-husband’s name, Mark Webster. All that comes up is a design service – not my Mark – and a professional darts player – definitely not my Mark. Then I come across an article I have seen before. Mark’s photo stares proudly out at me from the screen as Durham University declares to the world how successful its alumni have been. I remember how pleased with himself he was the day this went out in the Guardian. A ‘Where Are They Now?’ piece that announced to the whole country that Mark Webster was a partner in a leading IT firm, the Mr Big of the IT scene. I’d smiled at how puffed up it made him; I always loved that he was ambitious and was fiercely proud of all he had achieved. The piece in the Guardian was like a stamp of approval, a sign that he’d made it.
    Without even realising it, I’ve been in the library for two hours, and the warmth of the day has dropped away leaving a chill in the air. Back outside, I shiver, wrap my thick-knit cardigan around my chest and up my pace, eager to get back to where I’ve parked the car. I don’t realise how little attention I’ve been paying to where I’m going until I hurry head first into a woman who has stepped out from the side of the library.
    ‘Oh God, sorry.’ I glance up and find myself looking at the blonde woman who caught me staring at her earlier in the café.
    ‘My fault.’ She looks unnerved at our surprise meeting and smiles uncertainly. I want to say something funny to lighten the mood – she seems very tense – but I’m aware that it might make me sound like a crazy stalker so I hold my tongue.
    ‘No worries,’ I reply instead. She looks for a second as though she’s about to speak, but after a moment’s awkward silence she simply tucks a strand of her wayward hair behind her ear and walks past me.
    I’m bloody glad to get home and settle down in front of the fire with a mug of hot chocolate and the newspaper articles fanned out on the floor in front of me. The ones about the trial are still too hard to face, so I shuffle through to the last ones, the ones that just featured the name Dylan Webster somewhere in the text, and hope they aren’t about some Olympic swimmer with the same name as my son.
    They aren’t. The first headline is useless, a random news piece about a university reunion. The second makes me sit up and pay attention.
FAMILY OF MISSING MEDICAL EXAMINER SPEAK OF CONCERN FOR WONDERFUL FATHER
By Nick Whitely. Published 20/11/10
Three days after Dr Matthew Riley was reported missing, his family have spoken of their frantic concern for a ‘wonderfully reliable husband and father’.
Speaking from Dr Riley’s home in Bradford, his cousin Jeff Atwater, 34, said, ‘This is an incredibly difficult time for Matthew’s family. Matty is a wonderfully reliable man, an amazing husband and loving father. He would never willingly abandon his wife or two lovely girls, so we are obviously very concerned. Everyone here is frantic.’
Kristy Riley, Matthew’s wife, is expected to speak at a press conference later today.
Dr Riley, 36, has been in the spotlight recently for his part in the conviction of Susan Webster, the mother found guilty three weeks ago of smothering her son Dylan to death. He was last seen on 17 November coming out of Waitrose in Bradford with a carrier bag thought to contain wine and chocolates to celebrate his eighth wedding anniversary. Anyone who has any information on his whereabouts should contact West Yorkshire Police via the hotline number on their website.
    Matthew Riley, do I remember him? My mind searches