Free Blind to the Bones by Stephen Booth

safe and sound – sometimes after several years.’
    â€˜Yes.’
    â€˜And you know perfectly well that the police enquiries at the time found no evidence of a crime.’
    â€˜No,’ said Fry.
    But Howard Renshaw was sharp enough to catch her hesitation.
    â€˜At least, that’s what they told us,’ he said, suddenly fixing her with an accusing stare.
    â€˜There’s some new evidence,’ said Fry.
    â€˜Evidence?’
    â€˜I’m afraid Emma’s mobile phone has been found.’
    â€˜Where?’ said Howard immediately.
    â€˜In woodland a little way outside Chapel-en-le-Frith.’
    â€˜Can you tell us exactly?’
    â€˜I’d rather not at the moment, sir. Obviously, we want to examine the area thoroughly before we come to any conclusions.’
    Sarah Renshaw was smiling. ‘Well, that explains why we were never able to contact her, if she had lost her mobile phone. I suppose it was stolen.’
    â€˜Well, it’s possible,’ said Fry. ‘But there could be other interpretations. We’re keeping our options open.’
    â€˜What are you saying?’
    Fry could hear the rising note in Sarah Renshaw’s voice, and she began to feel uneasy. She was aware of Gavin Murfin shuffling on his chair next to her, as if he wanted to get up and leave the room.
    â€˜I’m not trying to upset you, Mrs Renshaw. It’s just that we’re going to have to look at the circumstances again, and –’
    â€˜And what ?’
    Sarah Renshaw was getting flushed. Fry desperately cast around for something to calm her down. She looked at Mr Renshaw, hoping for his placatory intermediary act right now. It didn’t come. But Sarah calmed herself with her own thoughts.
    â€˜I lit a candle the night she didn’t come home,’ she said. ‘There’s been a candle burning for her ever since.’
    Fry nodded, not knowing what to say, and decided to say nothing.
    â€˜I need to make some initial enquiries,’ she said, ‘but then I’d like to come and see you at home, if that’s all right. Perhaps tomorrow.’
    â€˜Tomorrow afternoon,’ said Sarah. ‘That would be fine.’
    â€˜Will you be talking to Emma’s friends again?’ asked Howard.
    â€˜Yes. I plan to start with Alex Dearden and Neil Granger.’
    â€˜Alex is a nice young man,’ said Sarah. ‘I hope that he and Emma might get together some day.’
    The Renshaws looked at the clock, and then at their watches.
    â€˜We have to go,’ said Howard.
    â€˜We’re going to wait for Emma at the underpass,’ said Sarah.
    Fry stared at her. ‘Sorry?’
    Sarah smiled and patted Fry’s sleeve as she stood up. ‘Don’t worry about it,’ she said. ‘We’ve been getting guidance .’
    A s soon as the Renshaws had left, Diane Fry got Gavin Murfin to pull out the files on them. Murfin had been right – it would have been helpful if she’d been warned beforehand. But everyone else in E Division seemed to know the whole story, so maybe they had assumed that she knew it as well. It was just one of those little breakdowns in communication that made life so frustrating sometimes. Probably everyone but DI Hitchens had also forgotten that she was herself from Warley, near to where Emma Renshaw had last been seen. Fry had spoken to very few people here in Edendale about her past. One too many, perhaps. But very few.
    She supposed that Howard and Sarah Renshaw had been normal people once. Until that night two years ago, they had been a nice, middle-aged, middle-class couple living in their detached house in Withens. They probably had a barbecue patio and a holiday caravan at Abersoch, as well as a daughter studying for a degree in Fine Art in Birmingham.
    There were a few little facts about them that Fry was able to glean from the files. Apparently, Howard had already been thinking of taking early