other. âCan I get you a coffee or something?â Aimee said.
âNo, thanks,â Rowan said. âHave you heard from Stacey today?â
âNo, why?â
âIâm sorry to say it like this, but she might be in trouble.â
âHow do you mean?â
âHe found her car with blood in it, and the police donât know where she is,â Imogen said.
Aimee looked back and forth between them. âAre you kidding me? Is this for real?â
âWhen did you last talk to her?â Rowan asked.
âHang on a minute. Youâre not joking?â
âI wish I was,â he said.
She bit her lip. âLast week. Friday. I rang to see if she wanted to go out for coffee. She was busy. We planned to catch up this week.â
âDid she tell you about anyone hassling her, anyone who might want to hurt her?â Rowan asked.
âNo. Never anything like that. Why arenât the cops asking me this stuff?â
âThe cops start with the family then work out, so Iâm trying to find out anything that might help.â
The thought of Staceyâs tears and the apology he owed her burned his heart.
Aimee let out a breath. âWas there a lot of blood in the car?â
âToo much,â Rowan said.
âLet me call Claire and Vicky.â She picked up her phone.
*
Ella and Murray arrived at Aimee Russellâs house to find four cars parked outside. Ella swore when she recognised the one in the driveway: a blue Ford sedan with a paramedic sticker on the back window. âRowan Wylieâs here.â
She banged on the front door with an angry fist, hearing sombre conversation inside, smelling coffee. Murray fumed beside her.
The woman who answered looked about forty, and wore jeans and a T-shirt. âYes?â
Ella held up her badge. âAimee Russell?â
âYes.â She looked relieved. âHas there been any news?â
âNot yet,â Murray said. âWeâd like to talk to Rowan.â
Rowan was sitting in the lounge room drinking coffee with three other women. He looked a little embarrassed to see them in the doorway. Ella beckoned him out, and they went into the dining room and she shut the door. He sat at the dining table with a nervous expression on his face. Ella took the chair opposite and stared at him until he lowered his gaze to the polished timber. She thought of the killers who took pains to insinuate themselves into police investigations, to get involved in searches, to miraculously locate the body. To find the car. To talk to possible witnesses before she did.
âDo you know why weâre here?â she said.
âAs part of the investigation, I assume.â
âAnd can you tell me why youâre here?â She tried to keep her anger controlled.
âAimeeâs a friend of Staceyâs. I wanted to know if sheâd heard from her. I thought if she had, I could let you know. She hadnât, but she rang her other two friends and told them what was happening and they came over, but they havenât heard from her either.â
At the end of the table Murray clicked his pen and made a note. Rowan glanced his way.
âDid it ever occur to you,â Ella said, âthat it might be important that we speak to these people for ourselves?â
âI knew you would eventually, but I thought in the meantime it would help.â
Did you just. She said, âTell me again how you came to recognise Staceyâs car.â
âI noticed the paramedic sticker, then the numberplate. I see the car pretty often. I know what it looks like.â
Murray made another note.
âHow close are you and Stacey?â Ella asked.
âWeâre friends, as I said earlier. Is this really helping, going over and over the same stuff?â
âHave you had an affair with her?â Ella asked.
âWhat? No!â
Murray marked his notebook again.
âHow did you two meet?â Ella