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Chapter Five
    Brian sat at his desk as the busyness of a Monday morning radiated around the office.
    He’d been sat at his computer for fuck-knows-how-long, bitter taste of black coffee lingering on his tongue, waiting for some kind of information on the Avenham Park case. Nothing had come back from the witness questioning at the cafe yesterday. Nothing from the search and questioning of the surrounding houses. A girl, around seventeen, eighteen, surely had to exist. The missing persons’ reports would help. They were something he’d have to press on with and look into.
    He scratched at his neck as he stared at the empty computer screen. The chattering of other officers passed by him. He might be SIO on the Avenham Park case, but the world didn’t stop for him. He was just a part of a larger picture.
    But something had to show up. It just had to.
    “McDone. Fancy seeing you so glass-eyed this morning.”
    Brian turned to his left and saw the familiar smirk of Stephen Molfer. He was growing a bit of a beard, which was turning ginger in places. He smelled of strong aftershave‌—‌so strong that it made Brian turn away just to get a breath of fresh air.
    Molfer slapped down a few sheets of paper onto the desk. When Brian had gulped down a few breaths of fresh air, he turned around and looked at them, Molfer still smirking away.
    “What’ve you got for me, Stephen?”
    “Nothing at all,” Stephen said. He fanned out the papers across the desk with his spindly fingers like a magician spreads his cards. “We spoke to every one of the eighty-nine people that were out for a nice sunny day-trip on Avenham Park yesterday. Not one of them knew a thing about our dead girl, and‌—‌just listen to this‌—‌each and every one of them has an alibi.”
    Brian’s stomach sank. Part of it was just that DS Molfer was the one delivering this bad news to him. They might’ve put their differences aside after what happened with Darren Anderson, but there was still a bit of friendly competition about the pair.
    And the look on Molfer’s face when Brian got the DI job. Priceless. Ruddy priceless.
    Brian sighed and leaned back into his leather chair. “Any…‌anything from the houses on Avenham Road? Some of those old posh houses practically shit onto the park they’re so close. Can’t help but believe somebody must’ve seen summat.”
    Price shrugged. He scratched at his gingering beard. “Your assistant SIO kiddo had a team out there earlier. But y’know what that place is like. People aren’t so cooperative, especially when they see police uniform. Must’ve been about ten, fifteen houses we didn’t get to speak to.”
    Brian leaned forward. He plucked the lid off a pen and scratched against his yellowing notepad to get the words “Recheck houses” down. More for show, than anything. More to show Molfer he was organised. He was capable.
    “We’ll re-check the houses this afternoon. Until then, anything on the girl? Missing persons? Or there must be something on that…‌that uniform of hers.”
    Molfer shrugged and lifted his hands. “Hey, I’m not your deputy here. Want to chat to that kid you’ve taken under your wing. Reminds me of you, actually.” He smirked. Let out a little chuckle.
    Brian wasn’t sure what to make of it.
    “He’s a good officer,” Brian said, looking over towards Brad’s vacant desk, so neat, so tidy, not a loose scrap of paper on show. “Troubled, but aren’t we all. Where is he, anyway?”
    Molfer started to walk away. “Not seen him all day.”
    “Wait. I thought you said he ordered a search on the‌—‌”
    “By phone call,” Molfer said. He stuck out his bottom lip and shrugged again. “Like I say, not seen him all day. See you, anyway.”
    Brian nodded. Pulled his phone out of his pocket and scrolled down to Brad. “Yeah.”
    He hit Brad’s name on his touch screen iPhone and brought the phone to his ear. Where the fuck was